At the Skywalker Ranch, there was always a long lineup for the Princess Leia Ride, even when Stacy and her “Umbrella of Truth” was working it.
Alltop would never tell a lie. Cloud City Garrison – The Portrait Sessions, originally uploaded by LukeOlsen.
The non-educated delinquents (NEDs) of Narnia started acting like asses long before their transformation began.
Upside: this was actually an improvement and made them attractive to some women.
Downside: no place to hide a chib.
Alltop will slash ye’. schemie-centaurs, originally uploaded by kirsty.whiten.
Speaking of video game bosses, I love this bit by Eddie Izzard:
Click here if the embedded video doesn’t work.
For those of you who don’t know much about Izzard, check out Kevin Pollack’s chat show interview with him (warning: it’s two-and-a-half hours long). The man is actually quite amazing. A maniac, but amazing.
Alltop can kill catering with a thought.
Sorry, the video’s only available at College Humor. Nazis.
Alltop wishes it could breath fire.
As a form of travel, giant soap bubble is suited to Buddhist monks, toddlers, and whimsical characters from children’s stories.
It is not recommended for 60-year-old podiatrists with catastrophic waxy ear buildup and the inability to stand on a skein of soap and magic.
You certainly can’t hope to use a lawn chair. And if you wear socks with sandals you probably deserve to fall to your death anyway.
Alltop prefers glass elevators. Photo by h. kopdelaney.
Even when he was presented with evidence in the form of a somewhat amusing Belgian postcard, Claude refused to understand why no one took him seriously.
Alltop likes gourd.
Another genius idea from Lunchbreath Industries!
Alltop has a phone-smashing budget.
Then you’re old.
However, if you’re part of the demographic, then at least it will confirm that we knew how to be weird, years before the Internet. Of course, we had the Bomb to help us.
Alltop finds fallout quite exciting.
“Hi there Jeremy, you’re on the air.”
“Hi Sue. Long-time listener, first-time caller. I’m a big fan.”
“Thanks Jeremy, what did you want to talk about?”
“What if she’s not into your face?”
“In what way? Kissing?”
“No, like sitting on it in a way that she delivers up her everlasting soul to the Old One.”
“Jeremy, you’re making me hot just talking about it, so I suggest that you do the same with your girlfriend.”
“I will, Sue. Wait for my visit.”
[sound of static, embedded within it: the wail of a nameless dread]
