Oh,... myGOD! S P O C K? There must be a solar system that we could trsnsport them to... one that sustains their lives as well as allows them to develop their individuality. Bones?
DAMNIT, JIM, I'm a DOCTOR, not a BOTANIST!
(pause)
Point taken, freind. Mr. Checkov, any suggestions?
(with heavily faked Russian accent)
Well, Captain, Planet P in the Beta Reticuli sector has shown signs of life.
What do you think, Lt. Obama?
My name is Hikaru Sulu!
Of course, Mr. Soetoro. (Uhura gasps and smiles, and Spock and McCoy exchange knowing glances, as Spock almost cracks a smile)
MISTER... sulu! Set course for Beta Reticuli. Lets' give our strangers a good ride! Warp factor three, mister.
(Sulu, thinking out loud in his head, states that he loves a good ride from his mister Captain) Aye, aye, Captain. (he smiles to himself knowingly)
When the rumors first started circulating that Michelle is actually Michael, my thinking was that the anti-usians had resorted to the absurd. But, if i'm honest to my own experience, the broad shoulders, thick arms and HUGE FUCKING HANDS tell another story.
Yo! I ain't no saint. I've been on the other side of town enough to know that things are not always as they seem. "She" can have nice t&a, along with a cock the size of Manhattan.
PLEZ! Someone tell me again how Alice escaped from Wonderland? The blue pill isn't working, clicking my heels is useless, and the valium has run out...
Once, a young lad seduced a young lass up to his loft with a bottle of rum. He cajoled, he titilated, but when the bottle was empty, he had not achieved his goal, and the lass had passed out. So, he decided to turn her over and do his thing on her backside.
As the morning ensued, as it inevitably does, the lass lamented; I don't think I like rum, it makes my asshole sore.
Maybe I will call that Peeping Tom Dick Cheney and complain the cop we had to deal with today.
Nice one William.LOL
That's why it's called Africa.
Whocouldaknode that Wookies can bray like jackasses?
Fascinating, Captain.
Oh,... myGOD! S P O C K? There must be a solar system that we could trsnsport them to... one that sustains their lives as well as allows them to develop their individuality. Bones?
DAMNIT, JIM, I'm a DOCTOR, not a BOTANIST!
(pause)
Point taken, freind. Mr. Checkov, any suggestions?
(with heavily faked Russian accent)
Well, Captain, Planet P in the Beta Reticuli sector has shown signs of life.
What do you think, Lt. Obama?
My name is Hikaru Sulu!
Of course, Mr. Soetoro. (Uhura gasps and smiles, and Spock and McCoy exchange knowing glances, as Spock almost cracks a smile)
MISTER... sulu! Set course for Beta Reticuli. Lets' give our strangers a good ride! Warp factor three, mister.
(Sulu, thinking out loud in his head, states that he loves a good ride from his mister Captain) Aye, aye, Captain. (he smiles to himself knowingly)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C2NK_xeYsUI
Who'd 'v thunk that choom-boi mulatto commie symplants would be attracted to big-boned black trannies?
I'll be in my cabin, studying engineering journals.
When the rumors first started circulating that Michelle is actually Michael, my thinking was that the anti-usians had resorted to the absurd. But, if i'm honest to my own experience, the broad shoulders, thick arms and HUGE FUCKING HANDS tell another story.
Yo! I ain't no saint. I've been on the other side of town enough to know that things are not always as they seem. "She" can have nice t&a, along with a cock the size of Manhattan.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nVXmMMSo47s I reckon this is what Ray Davies was talkin' 'bout.
PLEZ! Someone tell me again how Alice escaped from Wonderland? The blue pill isn't working, clicking my heels is useless, and the valium has run out...
Rum.
Won't help you escape, given the only sure way out, but helps with the caring about it bit.
Until the morning.
Reminds me of a story-
Once, a young lad seduced a young lass up to his loft with a bottle of rum. He cajoled, he titilated, but when the bottle was empty, he had not achieved his goal, and the lass had passed out. So, he decided to turn her over and do his thing on her backside.
As the morning ensued, as it inevitably does, the lass lamented; I don't think I like rum, it makes my asshole sore.
Rum is a step in the right direction. However, let me suggest something like - http://www.internetwines.com/mb311504.html.
At 120+ proof this has the kick to see you through any crisis. No second mortgage required. Tastes great, less filling.
I hope they ate bush meat.
Keep hope alive !
Now, lemme ask honestly?
What the fuck did they talk about?
Obola king
Did Obama instruct them in avoiding homophobia? Ebola for profit?
That is so insulting! I love it.
William, Barry looks stunning (I guess).
At first, I thought the one on the left was Mooch wearing a suit, since he is really Mike.
The fruit bats were the best.
Dude on the left and dude on the right both look like they just crawled outta bed.
Dude in the middle keeps the vaseline under his hat
Wookie looking like the salt sucking creature from star trek...
"It's dead, Jim."
"The entire economy, Bones?"
"Damnit, Jim, I'm a doctor - not an economist!!"
"Butchers, Jim. Those old economists were butchers."
Picard to Jim: "Resistence is futile."
Wookie's FREEKIN' over the Sith Lord behind her.
where's dave chappelle?
WATCH and LISTEN then PASS IT ON. Excellent interview with Marine Colonel Pete Martino: I See Something!
This is the TRUTH, "Folks"!!!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OUTXnnVTInA