Title-Writing Pulitzer: I want it now.
These are a couple shots from a giant Star Wars series by photographer Robin Cook. You're going to have to excuse me if I'm not 100% with it but I'm still beaming about how great that post title was. Luke I am your Papa...John's. God I slay me. But dragons too so if you know any damsels in distress don't hesitate to pass my number along. Tell them to text instead of call though because I'm super awkward on the phone. Also, in person. You see, I start stammering when I get really excited about something and people always think I have a drinking problem. Probably because I'm double-fisting drinks at the time, but that's neither here nor there. Unless "there" is at the bar, in which case, yes, it actually is there. Anyway, a Star Wars pizza party. Hit the jump to see a couple teaser shots and then the link to Robin's blog for a MASSIVE amount more, not all of which involve pizzas. Use the fork, Luke. Just kidding, you can use your hands. But if your arm starts sparking and catches fire like it did that time you spilled grape juice on it I am NOT sacrificing my shirt to put it out again. You should've seen the way C-3 was ogling my pecs. Like I was the piece of space-ass his copper peen was looking for!
Hit the jump for a couple more and then head to Robin's for a sail barge-load more.
Tattooed Star Wars Slave Leia Cosplay: The Last Supper of Pizza [obviouswinner]