Well, it appears you barely escaped the Death Star yourself by the seat of your pants. It’s safe now, you can fix that.
Great! Now everyone I see is gonna think I’m on drugs after seeing this because that purple haze is all in my brain!
You know, I went to Margaritaville too. I dropped $14 on an average cheeseburger and $11 on a margarita, yet somehow I managed to escape the urge to wear a goofy hat and join a cult-like following.
My grandpa is a bigger slut than your grandpa!