This Is What I Get

Being out of ideas for writing, I asked people on Facebook for topics. One of my good friends and sisters in snark gave me this topic: "What would happen if Chewbacca got crabs?" Yep.

I would suspect that poor Chewie probably contracted the crabs from Leia. Being that she was the HPOA (hot piece of ass), I'm pretty sure she was getting her fair share of action. Also, Leia totally looks like she has a furry/weird animal thing fetish. No doubt she contracted them from Jabba's pet, Salacious B. Crumb.

Now since Chewie can't really communicate and it's really hard for him to scratch everywhere (and he's totally embarrassed about letting Han in on this), he goes to the ultimate badass of the Universe, Yoda. Since Yoda understands everything and knows all, he advises Chewbacca to shave his fur before the crabs spread to everyone else on the Millennium Falcon. Chewie knows that he can't reach all the fur on his body, so he does his growl-yodel, which translates to, "Yo, Yoda, can you help a brotha out?" Yoda whips out his lightsaber and shaves down the Wookie without breaking a sweat. When he is done, Chewbacca looks like this:

When Chewbacca gets back to the Millennium Falcon, Han takes one look at him and says, "You too, huh?"

Okay, so this was my first foray into writing fiction. I truly suck at it. And no, that is not fishing for compliments. I KNOW I suck at fiction writing. I do much better with non-fiction. Anywho, that's my entry for today.

Tomorrow: the pleasures of Enigma.