Yo, wassuuuup, y'all! Little Y asked me to fill in for him here. He had to go get his ears clipped or sumthin'.
He was all like, "Update my blog regularly we must, or visitors we will lose."
And I was like, "Whatever."
So here goes. Check it:
The Jedi Council is so lame, yo. Everybody thinks they all that, but they're just a buncha old guys sitting around. Seriously, they're all like, in they 30's or sumthin'. And they always gotta be all up in my face about the Dark Side. Not just that, but they always on my back about stupid stuff, "Don't leave your underwear on the bathroom floor. Don't stay out so late. Don't murder an entire village of Sand People just because you're angry about your Mom dying." You know, stupid stuff.
They ain't nuthin' like Palpatine. P-Diggity (he makes me call him that) is cool, yo. He gives me my props, you know? All the time, we be chillin' in his crib, knockin' back a couple of Colt 45's, listenin' to his Coolio cd's. He don't give me no crap about the Dark Side or nothin'. He knows I ain't tryin' to hear all that. Later on, he's gonna show me some supafly Force-choke trick. That's cool.
Well, gotta book, yo. Tonight, I'm hookin' up with Padme. That hoochie is fine, yo! Oh, the Council don't know about me and her, so let's keep it on the down-low, a'ight?