Seems like an intresting enough topic to laugh about and I like sharing a laugh every now and then.
Gunny at work was looking to see if anybody needed last weeks pay check and he asked me if I'd gotten mine.
I informed Him I had and, then he responded; "Okay fur ball."
Wether it's due to the long hair tied back or the neglecting the razor I havn't a clue and really it's not so much important anyway.
I chuckled and said, "What am I, a Wookiee now?"
To which he replied, "A tall wookiee, a little bit taller then yoda."
It took a moment to realised that while he recognised the referance as starwars he was thinking of a slightly differant teddybear alien then the tall copiolot of the Millenium falcon.
So apparently I'm a six foot two ewok.
I just thought it was funny. And that's about as much time as I have now. I've got to go work on the last of this years script frenzy writing. It's been an intresting scripting years thus far and I'm sure I'll have more to say about it but good night for now.
Take care of yourselves,
Rovingjack.
Monday, April 27, 2009
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I believe you would be the Grand High Master Ewok.
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