TM #252: Innuendo
Innuendo? Yeah, I’ve probably heard every euphemism out there that involves a lightsaber. When your weapon is long and cylindrical, I guess you have to expect it. Especially among teenage Padawan boys.
I grew up in a not-so-nice area -- not there are any nice areas on Tatooine. Anyway, let’s just say I wasn’t quite as innocent as my mother believed me to be. I heard things in the junk shop, on the streets… Well. Once I got to the Temple, it didn’t take me long to figure out what was meant by “polishing your lightsaber.” Even though I was only nine so I didn’t… uh… I didn’t do that, yet. Er… not to imply that I do that now…
Fuck.
Okay, well, I’m male. Men have needs. Force meditation alone doesn’t, um…
Fuck!
I think I’d better stop now. You get the idea. Force, I hope Padmé doesn’t read this.
I grew up in a not-so-nice area -- not there are any nice areas on Tatooine. Anyway, let’s just say I wasn’t quite as innocent as my mother believed me to be. I heard things in the junk shop, on the streets… Well. Once I got to the Temple, it didn’t take me long to figure out what was meant by “polishing your lightsaber.” Even though I was only nine so I didn’t… uh… I didn’t do that, yet. Er… not to imply that I do that now…
Fuck.
Okay, well, I’m male. Men have needs. Force meditation alone doesn’t, um…
Fuck!
I think I’d better stop now. You get the idea. Force, I hope Padmé doesn’t read this.