Rite de passage.
March 25th, 2007 by michael
Somehow, probably because by his own telling he was raised in a Charedi box, my friend Meier has lived 21 years and never seen the Star Wars trilogy. So we’ve rented it, prepared not one, but two bags of popcorn, cleared the detritus off the butt-dents in the couch to prepare for an optimal slouching experience, and thrown on PJs, slippers and blankets - and now Meier is ready to discover for the very first time that that is not, in fact, a moon, it’s a space station, and that one should always let the Wookiee win.
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