You weren’t really reading the articles before you were born? I should think not!
Yeah, I had trouble believing that, too, a35362… I thought maybe his mother was just very dedicated to teaching him to read at a young age.
But if so, she chose some odd literature to start with…
no, i found Playboys that came out before i was born in the basement of a house we moved into. but it was post-Tars’s birth. Not that it mattered to me that those women were probably pushing 40 IRL.
All I ever found in basements of houses I moved into were mouse droppings and rotten cardboard boxes. I feel so cheated.
Hello? Anybody? Can I come out of my lifepod yet?
I’m claustrophobic…
Well, you can come out if you want, but I should tell you that we sunk your lifepod to the bottom of the ocean, so if you come out, it may be a little… soggier… out than you expected.
Daddy, look, it’s a whale egg!
Oh, c’mon! How was I to know that the Klingon ships we targeted had super duper disruptors and transporters that could work through shields? And I’m telling you, I was just making sure the lifepods worked! I wasn’t abandoning you guys!
Popcorn, Banjos and Playboy. Yep, this is definately an Enterprise thread.
Banjos? Is this Enterprise meets Deliverance?
Alien Hillbilly: You got a real pretty speech orafice!
Mayweather: Of all the weeks to finally get a line…
:eek:
Dang…I just got back from the wages-filching casino a few hours ago, and I return to One Scary Thread.
Somewhere on those Federation ships there’s a Vegas-style lounge act and we just haven’t seen it yet.
Yeah, Wearia, we do seem to have strayed from the point, a bit. But then, that’s about par for the course, Enterprise thread-wise.
I’m trying to imagine an Enterprise scene featuring banjoes, popcorn and Playboy. I think it would go… something… like… this:
Archer enters Engineering, and interrupts Trip, who is fiddling with some blinking doohickey thing near the warp reactor
Archer: How are the repairs going?
Trip is startled, and drops some heavy metal thing on his toe
Trip: Ow!.. Well, the refried coriander assembly is re-juxtaposed, but the pantaloon partical flux is still jumpin’ around like a scared jackrabbit. I ran a diagnostic, and the catalytic converter’s runnin’ fine, so that can’t be it. I figger it’s gotta be the-
Archer: I don’t care.
Trip: Oh.
Archer: I came to tell you I got the latest Stanford-Duke game sent over by Admiral Tightpants, thought you might want to watch it with me…
Trip: Water polo, sir?
Archer: Do I have any other interests? Of course it’s water polo!
Trip: I don’t have time - my banjo recital’s today; I have to go get ready as soon as I finish here. Couldn’t you ask someone else to watch it with you?
Archer: But I don’t have any friends! I can usually depend on you for this sort of thing, because of our co-dependant semi-homoerotic relationship!.. [suspiciously] Wait a second - I thought you played the harmonica!
Trip: Well, I did, but the writers didn’t think it was redneck enough for me. They’re developing my character. Neat, huh? Hand me those microcalipers, wouldja?
Archer: When are we going to mention the popcorn and Playboy?
Trip: Oh, I dunno. This is dragging on kind of long, and I think Kn*ckers is getting bored of writing it. We might not get there.
Mayweather: Anyone seen my pocorn and Playboys?
Trip: Whew! We made it!
Archer: I think Hoshi has them.
Pocorn: It’s what’s fo dinner.
Crap.
It’s understandable that you would want to block Joe Piscopo from your memory.
Piscopo? Joe Piscopo! Oh no! We’ve got to get out of here! Hurry!
And here I was, trying to erase the idiotic premise of “Vanishing Point” from memory, and it’s on again next week.
How I long for April’s first-runs.
I still don’t get to see this episode for another seventeen hours.
Braggart. 
Well, it’s a lot better than V.P.
Trip trippin’ 'bout the cap’n’s chair is funny.
Correction: about the captain’s ass.
What about Jiffy Pop popcorn? It’s as much fun to make as it is to eat, you know.
You mean you can’t teach me how to cast real spells by playing Dungeons & Dragons? pout