George Lucas and Martina Navratilova hang out with some dude who, according to the place I stole this picture from, is named Dave Mirra. Hmm - Crabbie wouldn't mind having a gander under Mr. Mirra's little racer suit there. As for the other two - God, could George Lucas be any more repellent? He's just this fat doofus who happens to have billions. He thinks he's such a genius - why? Because he came up with Star Wars? So he cobbled together a bunch of old stories like The Wizard of Oz and King Arthur and some Japanese movies and added a bunch of pseudo-religious jive and threw in some laser-guns. Well, whoopdeedo, George. And then you turned the whole thing into a shameless money-spinning exercise and shoved Jar Jar Binks down everyone's throat. Jesus, do you have any concept of how lame you are? And Martina Navratilova - it's called estrogen; might want to look into it. Christ, Martina is ten times more of a man than George Lucas will ever be. And I still want to rip off Dave Mirra's suit and slap his ass red.
