Vader built my hotrod

Cheez-It in conjunction with a galaxy far, far away, in their infinite wisdom, have offered me what I can only imagine they believe to be the coolest prize ever.


I wish that I could tell you that I had doctored this photo


That's right: "Get your own Star Wars Episode III POS."

I'm imagining Luke's old speeder. I picture it stripped and primered, but non-painted, with the words "4 sale!" written in house paint on the doors. I suspect the right-front fender is rusted out.

I chalk this up to Empire cut-backs. I don't want to look a gift-tonton in the mouth, but I have the force power to turn a perfectly good vehicle into my own personal piece of shit in less than 12 parsecs.

Han Solo, eat your heart out.

Thank you, salty processed cheese-food product, but I recently got rid of my Festiva. I don't need another POS.