Me and some friends were heading out that

Me and some friends were heading out that weekend to Camp Slaughter Lake to drink some brews and hopefully get laid. When we got there, though, we found that we'd been beaten to

a pulp. We were so wasted we didn't even know we'd been in a gang fight. It must have happened somewhere along the way to Camp Slaughter, but...we weren't really sure. My eyes

fell on Donny's face, once again. He was beaten, badly, with a little blood running from his lip, but still he had that dufous grin on his face. I always felt

bad about beating Donny up. I was 48 and he was 3. Some would say the fight was unfair, but I would call it fun. I'd just kick him into the television. Sure it was cruel, but then

he disappeared... the screen had him absorbed! I'd never felt so worried in my life. I was asked to take of him, but now he was gone. I went to the kitchen and

I had ticked the box on the census indicating I was a Jedi. In fact, I had no religion and was misleading the government into believing that by supporting the needs of the Jedi

I had a sense of humour. So imagine my surprise when a letter arrived containing a command from the Jedi Order to attend a compulsory Meet & Greet for new recruits on Coruscant

(can you imagine it?) But I don't know. I mean, I would love to go. But I have no clothes. Where in world I will find that kind of kimono?

Perhaps visiting the store would have been the right idea, but alas, it is my bedtime. I must return home to sleep away this whole adventure.