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Once you stop being able to dunk from the free throw line, you probably lose interest in general physical fitness. He’s already spent more time working out in his life than about a hundred average people combined.

Just walking down the sidewalk, day drinking.

I aspire to have that level of Don’t Give a Fuck someday.

All refined coaxium is stored in Imperial Facilities. Heavily guarded. Scarif is mentioned by name, and we’re glad they didn’t try to steal anything from THERE aren’t we? ;)

On the other hand there’s people like me who have consumed waaaaay too much SW stuff since 1979 and absolutely loved every second of this film. Seeing young Han walk around the Falcon and shoot his way off Kessel in his trademarked stance had me cheezin heavily.

As someone who has desperately loved Star Wars since I was a child I completely disagree. There’s a difference between quickly referencing a Franchise moment and then just as quickly moving on, like Solo did at several points, and beating us over the head with it like the Abrams trilogy has so far. I felt like the

That was my second biggest laugh after Clint Howard’s appearance. This movie is funny!

Oh. My. God. They made a Teras Kasi reference!

That surprise gave an interesting view of the general awareness of the animated EU. I have fans next to me (on opening night, so fairly hardcore Star Wars fans) wondering how he lived and why he was in the film. Clearly they were not aware of the Clone Wars/Rebels shows.

Haven’t watched it yet, but I like that the Maul formerly titled Darth and his story in The Clone Wars is acknowledged.

“We’d stumble through orders for our Crunchwrap Supremes and Baja Blasts”

Uh, you know that’s the line from Airplane, right?

One does not simply stop with a single Caddyshack reference:

Their hell is visible from a million miles above the Earth’s surface.

Don’t you tell me which zone is for loading, and which zone is for stopping!

The white zone is for immediate loading and unloading of passengers only. There is no stopping in the red zone.

Tuesday for us in the deep south.

They’re not. They’re really not.

In the midwest, that’s called “Thursday.”

I love no longer needing to turn the key to start my car. Fight me.