Heh, Star Wars.
This was not my idea. In fact, most things aren’t, as I’m sure you’ll notice. And there are many things that I’m glad I didn’t come up with, and therefore can’t be ashamed of, and thusly don’t have to contemplate taking my life over to prevent any further abominations. Getting old was not my idea. Two girls one cup was not my idea. Ben Stiller was not my idea. That being said, I am full of what I think are rather fantastic suggestions for humanity (kill Ben Stiller, for example).
But this…all that you see on your screen, dear internet junkie, was not my idea. In fact, it was a bizarre Christmas present from a friend, who shall remain nameless because I’m rather fond of him and don’t want to see him mauled by a raging mob and gang raped in the streets, which will probably be filmed and put up on youtube, all because of his innocent gift.
Let’s not forget that the bomb (also not my idea) was supposed to bring peace. And Ben Stiller began life as an infant. Now look where we are…
The Chris Effect 