Yoda you seek? Jedi knight you think you are? Icthus on car you want not? In luck you are today.
May the Force be with your wedding reception. Still looking for a lightsaber to cut the cake with . . . Meanwhile, Cake Wrecks has your number, O Jedi bride.
Alternatively, make the cake yourself.
And Ebay’s got your cake topper, here, here, and here.
Not to mention a pattern for your wedding dress and a gift for your groom.
Only Spode is Spode. Only this is this. A must-have for the observant Jedi household.
I’m not even sure what to say about this, except maybe, What an interesting juxtaposition of cultural literacies.
And then there’s this. Storm Trooper on one side; Bible verse on the other. Who could ask for anything more?
Or, well, let me put it this way: please don’t.
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