A few more for Archer’s reading list (actual books, according to Amazon.com):
Taking Back the Month: A Personalized Solution for Managing PMS and Enhancing Your Health - By Diana Taylor and Stacy Colino
The Dog Lover’s Companion to the Bay Area (Dog Lover’s Companion Series) - By Maria Goodavage
Oh, the Places You’ll Go! - By Dr. Seuss
Oh, I forgot to mention: That was a mighty cute Expanse South ParK Trip, viva. 
Thanks, K. I take my fun wherever I can get it.
Got my first Pilates class today. I hope not to see Mr. Sweaty Yoga Buttcheeks or anyone even remotely resembling him.
I swear, every time I see you mention pilates, I think of Pontius Pilate.
You wacky Californians and your weird exercises.
Like Pontas Pilate, the guy who killed Jesus? what exactly are we teaching today’s youth?:dubious:
How could i forget him?!?!:smack:
also Panda:
Nudity for Fun and Profit
1001 Uses for Decon Gel
Ratings and Sex, the Definitive Guide
Good Writing, or What NOT to do on a TV Show by Berman and Braga
Thief! Scoundrel! Cutpurse! You stole my bit!
Dah! I’l get you! And your little dog, too!
Wash your hands.
I thought of him during my workout, last night, I kid you not… I was remembering why I’m really glad I exercise alone.
While I’m here,
Selected reading for Chef -
Chicken Soup for the Soul Cookbook: Recipes and Stories from the Hearth - by Jack Canfield
Invisibility is the Art of Survival - by Hilda Doolittle, et al
Just to put a little twist on the fun n’ games…
What would the Enterprise NX-01 folks be doing if they didn’t have Starfleet careers? Speculate:
Archer: dog trainer
Trip: restaurateur
Porthos: stray
T’Pol: Vulcan martial arts instructor
Hoshi: Sushi chef
Chef: prizefighter
Mayweather: sales associate? secretary, quietly buried in some back office?
Phlox: Zookeeper
Reed: Flagellant
Note to Aesiron: Linus and **NCB[/] saw my ball. 
Make that NCB. :smack: D’oh!
And I must say: WOHOO!
Daniels:
Being Dead and Loving it
Greatful Dead: The Music
Return of the King
There and Back Again by Bilbo Baggins
Time Travel…For Dummies
Trip would be a garage mechanic. Hoshi would be the calendar girl on the wall. Archer would do stand up comedy.
Archer: Why do we park in the space dock and warp in the park way?
Future Guy, professional Heckler: We don’t. You suck!
Archer: One day, there will be some sort of directive, that will allow comedians to go on without being heckled…
Statler and Waldorf: Not while we’re alive!
Statler: This Guy’s jokes are older than i am!
Waldorf: He could make a Klingon cry!
Statler: I’m beginning to miss the bear!
Waldorf: I can’t bear being without the bear! I shall go bare until the bear returns!
Archer: Oh, Lord, no!
Fozzie: Wokka Wokka! I just wormholed in, and boy are my worms tired!
Statler and Waldorf: What were we thinking?
Fozzie: Did i ever tell you about the time a Klingon went to a Vulcan bar? The Vulcan says we have a drink named after you, the Klingon asks “you have a drink named Gordar?” and the Bartender says “Yes we do!”
Future Guy: That’s it, i’m blasting the Earth!
Fozzie: Orange you glad i didn’t tell the banana joke?
:eek:
Is it too late to annul our marriage? You can have our cogenitor. Call me old fashioned or what have you but I like to be the only one in a relationship to have balls or a ball.
I think Archer would be a depressed housewife with an unsatisfying sex life, who sat at home all day, watching soaps, reading Danielle Steel, and eating chocolate frosting straight out of the can. The house would be an absolute mess, on account of he never actually did any housework, and when Trip came home after a long day at the office, they’d sit around the living room with their TV dinners and watch NASCAR.
Then Trip would get mad and yell because the house is always a mess and Archer’s so lazy, and Archer would cry and wonder where this marriage is going and why can’t they have kids? They’d have a big fight, And Archer would find out Trip was sleeping with his secretary, at which point he would pile up all of Trip’s clothes and model planes in the front yard and set fire to them, and then he’d call his girlfriends for a chat-n-cry.
That’s disgusting for a number of reasons.
It really is, isn’t it? In hindsight (heh), I can now see the toilet humor, which I completely missed in trying to describe the type of containers used for that dreadful pre-made icing.
But I totally wish I’d done it on purpose.
Side note:
I am eating a VERY yummy piece of candy. It’s licorice flavored, which surprised me because a) it’s red, and b) I just ate a similar piece of candy that was also red, and was some godawful cinnamon flavor.
Wierd.
There is red, black, and I believe, white licorice.
But I digress.
[DriveByPosting]You know, he did wear dresses a lot on that other show. [/DriveByPosting]