VitroBahllee on 22 October 2015
I'm sick to death of having Star Wars rammed down my throat every time I leave the house. Giant wookies gargle at me inside stores. Hell, even the conveyer belt at a store had the yellow crawl text on it... IN SEPTEMBER! I'd go to the spoon aisle, so I could gag myself, but I'm worried there will be little Yodas and Droids shaking forks at me.
