He reaches into his bag and takes out a bunch of regular dinner table forks and a roll of duct tape.
He tapes several forks together to make a bridge and lays it down, allowing the two of them to get across.
When they get back to Yoda’s hovel, they find that some creature has chewed a hole in the fence around Yoda’s garden.
“Something I have for this.” Yoda says again. Once again, he takes a bunch of forks out of his bag and, using duct tape, tapes them in to patch the hole.
Yoda and Luke return to Yoda’s home, where Yoda looks through his bag. He’s used all his forks but one, he discovers.
“That’s ok Master." Luke says, wanting to be helpful. “I’ll write us a note reminding us to buy more.”
So he writes the note and uses the very last fork to pin it to the bulletin board.
He looks down at Yoda expecting pride, but instead finds a look of horror.
“Master Yoda!” he asks. “What did I do wrong?”
Yoda replies sagely, “A Jedi uses the forks for no ledge and the fence. Never for a... keep reading on reddit ➡
I will never do it again, it sucked.
They were a species of peliwon'ts.
Because it's a marsh malo.
Because it’s a Bi-U
I want to be marsh mellow.
They aren't good dalligators!
Good thing he woke up before it got dark...
I like being bayou
a hunter stabbed a gator behind his head with a knife. my dad said, "you know what they call that? a pith. and if he does it wrong, he'll really pith that gator off."
completely straight-faced, didn't even chuckle at his own joke. maybe one day I'll be that much of a natural.
She looked at me and said:
Talking backwards is easy, but finding a Jedi that will carry you through a swamp is damn near impossible.
Too swamped with hunters
They ask: are you guys going to get any more evaporative coolers? The employee answers: I’m not sure, we’ve been pretty SWAMPED recently so for now we’re all out.
***Was I the employee in this story? ...yes
What's the best kind of swamp?
The kind that wants to be bayou.
We're on a road trip and my mom, a biologist, says that the moon tonight is a "Full Beaver" which used to mean that it was the last night to set beaver traps before the swamp freezes over.
My dad replies: "Wow, the last time I saw a full beaver was when that girl at the concert had a wardrobe malfunction."
As we were looking across the creek in their backyard, my dad says "Marsh Cemetery is back over there. You have to be a Marsh to be buried there."
Me, "what if you're a swamp?"
Dad lightly chuckled.
A coworker asks, "I'm swamped with work this week— what if I can't get around to it?"
Cutting my manager off I say, "You'll be sleeping with the phishers, see?"
[five second pause—queue collective groan]