Vulcan sex would be so boring. Especially with T’Pol. No biggie.
That is all covered by “a whole bunch of stupid stuff happens”.
Quite right old chum. But its a bunch of stupid sweaty sexually suggestive stuff. The kind Enterprise is known for.
My offer of making back-up tapes for the tapeless is always open.
Aes: Then again, there will be second-runs aplenty in the summer for you, no?
There once was a cute little dog
Whose owner wandered 'round in a fog
For lack of a dog-loo,
He left behind beagle poo…
Or was it the Captain’s log?
:rolleyes:
Wearia!
I got the FTA satellite receiver to pick up the music channels from Nimiq1, the Canadian sat. Country and Western music in French is…strange.
No beaver infestations, Viscious Roving Eskimo Bands or Killer Moose.
I have no idea, viva. I’m trying to get a new job right now so even if there are lots of second runs, I might not be able to catch them since my timer doesn’t work.
Well, I may be sending a big box of tapes your way. We’ll see.
Be sure to start about halfway into the season and then watch them all out of order.
I once watched a hot chick named River
Whose beauty would set me a quiver
But the damn TV box
Was tuned in to FOX
So all we saw of the show was a sliver
Swank. Panda marathon!
Fox has killed so many good shows and kept so many bad ones.
Why, o lord, why?
Good limericks! Got any more?
I once made a Star Trek limerick for my Seventh Grade literature class.
There once was a man named Kirk
Who so acted like a jerk
He was such a pain
And hardly sane
This man named Kirk was a jerk.
Even at the tender age of twelve, the seeds of my TOS distaste had been sown.
Very cute. Did the teacher appreciate it? I would have. 
Just how much would you have? :dubious:
;j
Please, someone stop him.
Can’t stop… addicted to the shin dig. Cop top, he says I’m gonna win big. Choose not a life of imitation; distant cousin to the reservation.
Defunkt the pistol that you pay for… this punk the feeling that you stay for. In time I want to be your best friend… eastside love is living on the West End. Knock out but boy you better come to… don’t die you know the truth is some do
Go write your message on the pavement… burning so bright I wonder what the wave meant. White heat is screaming in the jungle… complete the motion if you stumble. Go ask the dust for any answers… come back strong with 50 belly dancers.
That doesn’t sound like Canadian tv…
I can go to bed without at least one viscious roving eskimo preformance or tap dancing hockey player skit.
In fact, our tv’s translate american shows into shows that Canadians can understand. So instead of archer we see a spineless moose and instead of T’pol we see a shaved beaver.
I did see a NHL channel, but it was scrambled. There was a lady reading the news in French, but dubbed in English.
Aesiron, you better pass around some of that stuff you are ingesting.
Now.
(notice how I ignored the shaved moose reference? That’s what ya’ call, ya’ know, suttle.)
Aight, hold up hold up! STOP THE BEAT A MINUTE! I got somethin’ to say! plant; I wanna tell you this shit right now while this fuckin weed is in me. I don’t know if I ever told you this, but I love you dawg. I got your back, just know this shit. I mean it, dawg, you ever need somebody offed - who’s throat is it?
like in a bad dream
i tried to scream
while fording a stream
what does it mean?
i open a door
and crawl on the floor
where nothing’s in store
will there be no more?
while up in a cloud
the singing is loud
the voices are proud
just what is allowed?
[long bongo solo]
my eyes cannot see
why God cannot be
the savior of me
what should i believe?
if Earth doesn’t fly
if God is too shy
if life i can’t buy
why should i try?
[more bongos]
[passes out on stage]