Somebody explain this shit to me.



Darth Vader owns R2D2 for a good part of his life.
He also BUILT C3PO when he was like 8 years old.

AAAAANNNNNDDDDD, he buried his mother at Uncle Owen's crib.



How the fuck:
1) did he not EVER once go back there , and stumble upon his children?
2) not remember the droids in Episode 4?




Sorry, this is disturbing my ass this morning.

You need a pink bike also.

HamsterHuey said:

I'm serious though, Herman.

These are some of the most successful movies of all time, but it just feels like the story has these mammoth holes in it.

Imago said:

Sigh.

The little green Muppet should have been a dead give away. But nooooo. Dumb ass.

OMG!!!! Your avatar!!!




You are the most creative orger when it comes to avatars...




As far as your question I have no clue. I'm not that into Star Wars facts.

The visors on the helmet block images of your children.






I'm bidding on one on ebay right now.

HamsterHuey said:

What are you talking about?!?!?!

JerseyKRS said:

The WHAT?

Picture, please?

hokie said:

She's going to kill me , you know.
Unlike other orgers, she can reach in the time it takes for me to do my hair.


I'm fucked.

HamsterHuey said:

Awwww...

He is so cute.

hokie said:

I keep my condoms in him.

hokie said:

JerseyKRS said:

Are you talking about me? That I'm a loser?

pffft.

hokie said:

no, that being the winner of most creative avatars makes you a loser.

JerseyKRS said:

TRUE!

HamsterHuey said:

Imago said:

you're corrupting my childhood memories now.....stop it!

This is pissing me off!

abierman said:

What isn't, these days?

HamsterHuey said:

I KNOW. who pissed in his cheerio's???

you've clearly never had all your limbs hacked off and then been thrown in a lava pit.

Anxiety said:

JerseyKRS said:

FUCK OFF!!!!!

Go back being happy with your triple chin on that beach!!!!

abierman said:

OK.... Think of it this way Aksel.

Let's say you have two people: Phil and Val, hypothetically speaking.

Phil meets some guy...we'll name him..oh I don't know... Ariel.
Ariel is a nice enough guy on the surface, but on the inside he's hell bent on the destruction of all Alpha Males on the Internet.

Ariel is filled with Canadian rage from years of living in Cold weather and having nothing to do but chop wood and dog sledding , or whatever the hell they do up there. His rage rubs off and has an effect on this guy name Phil, who was never really that smart in the first place.

So one day Phil just snaps. He kills all his neighbors! So his poor wife, Val, who is pregnant with twins must hide from Phil.

She gives birth to the twins after Phil has a very unfortunate accident with a botox treatment that leaves his face permanently disfigured. After giving birth, she immediately packs her bags and moves to Thailand, but leaves the twins with Phil's parents.

Phil finally meets his son 20 years later, and his son finally turns Phil away from his life of crime by allowing Phil to reach down into his 'inner child' and forgive his cosmetic surgeon , who accepts the apology and offers him free breast reduction surgery in compensation.

HOWEVER, why didn't Phil, that big breasted dumbfuck ever think of visiting his parents? Asking them if they knew where the twins were? It makes no sense!




NOTE: The names used here are strictly fictional and any similarities to orgers alive or diseased is strictly coincidental.

Anxiety said:

I don't know what the "scene" is like in Minneapolis, but we don't go for all that shit in Tampa

Alive or "diseased"?!? LMFAO.

I quit watching Star Wars after the third movie. What did I miss?

Also, I never saw or read "Lord of the Rings". Can you summarize those books/movies for me in a paragraph?

Thanks.

Imago said:

you are a genius, an absolute genius. You're talent shouldn't be wasted on this website. :

Imago said:

I get it, dude!

Imago said:

WRONG!

You can't even tell the story RIGHT. Just half of the twins went to the parents, that weren't even his parents, but his adoptive step-brother and his wife.

The other half of the twin went to, ermmm, Val's somethings-somethings.