A Great and Fearsome Host Gathers
Canyonlands National Park, Utah
In Southern Utah a great and mismatched army gathers. Tanks and Armored Personnel Carriers ride side by side with At-At Walkers, mounted Cavalry, and common folk, walking, and armed with nothing more than pitchforks and kitchen knives. Militia men and veterans talk of the great reckoning. Brightly colored hippies sing songs of the peace soon to be at hand. Old school Mormons, with their many wives and children, speak to the greatness of "Him". Numerous cults talk of finding infinity. All move north as one great army.
In the center rides a great mobile tent that could only belong the the leader. Is this the beginning of a revolution? Where does this army ride to? Who leads it, and for what purpose? These are questions I will answer for the Herman Sports Network, if I survive.
posted by Lyman L Solo @ 1:10 AM
3 comments
3 Comments:
Oh please oh please let the Fat Yoda not survive! You fat Yoda.
Such a filthy, fat Yoda. May you be trampled by this great army of destruction.
ODE TO FAT YODA
Oh Fat Yoda, you are so fat.
Oh Fat Yoda, in your direction we spat.
Oh Fat Yoda, how we hate your sight.
Oh Fat Yoda, please die tonight.
Your smell is that of rancid meat.
Oh Fat Yoda, your slaughter would make us complete.
If you die, forever you would sleep.
If you survive, forever we would weep.
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