Until some new pictures of myself destroyi, er, traveling around the galaxy start cropping up, I will post some photos that you may or may not have already seen on my Hairless Wampa's so-called "blog" (whatever that is). Forgive me for the repetition, but I must take back what is rightfully mine.
This was not one of my favorite trips. In fact, I nearly vaporized my Hairless Wampa for subjecting me to this near-Hoth-like location known as "Wisconsin." And me without my Snowtrooper gear.
This one wasn't so bad. At least it resembled a beach to some degree. Of course, then I started having flashbacks about my tour of duty on that God-forsaken oven known as Tatooine.
At least I had some protection from the high winds in this little nook. Until I was chased out by a decidedly non-hairless Wampa.
This is when it started getting really bad. Complete exposure. High winds. The smell of bad Lake Michigan air comingling with cheese. I don't understand this "Wisconsin."
I hate my Hairless Wampa. He will pay.
*TK-421 Signing Off*
