Thank you so much for the offer, BigDaddy, how are you going to do that? giggles
And, yes, I’ll be right there to give you a massage, and where did you say needed particular attention??? is it there???
How’s that??giggles even harder
VB, forgot me already. See how you are?
And, Surg, dear. What do you mean ‘excruciating detail’? Are you saying that you’re NOT having fun over there???
Hey, BTW, why is it getting sooo warm in here all of a sudden??<looking out one of the front windows, Purplebear sees the sun getting VERY CLOSE>
AAAARRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!!! HELP!!!
To dream of the person you would like to be is to waste the person you are.—Anon.
Oh no, I haven’t forgotten you.
I’m just currently…occupied.
Don’t sweat the sun, gang. It’s just our collective consciousness doing a slingshot on the way to the planet of Open Minded Stewardesses!
VB
Some people say that cats are sneaky, evil, and cruel. True, and they have many other fine qualities as well.
<Looks out window> Nah. That isn’t the sun. Wrong direction. That white hot blast is coming from the Xena Babes’ planet down there. I’m thinkin’ old Bluepony mighta just got one of them, “very bad boo-boos on his pee-pee,” what Cristi was tryin’ to warn him about back when she was impersonating a drunken kindergarten teacher.
Where’d that woman wander off to anyhow? Be a shame to waste a single drop of that beer she doused herself in.
Dr. Watson
“Damn the teeth, full speed ahead!”
Dr. Watson? Any relation to Crick&Watson?
Oh, I had a good time, all right, never you fear.
That sun? Don’t worry about it, I’ll take care of it!
Hmm, what button do you press for evasive maneuvers?
: :presses a button, the sun explodes::
Whoops.
I sold my soul to Satan for a dollar. I got it in the mail.
Thanks, Surg,my man. I feel much better now. Even if it is still warm in here! Wheww!
Where’s the air conditioning, Surg??
I know that, VB. Just kidding. Geez. Can’t you take some ribbing?? Oh, speaking of that, here’s some more of them ribs, I’ve got plenty here, and they’re dripping all over me again.
heh heh heh heh…
Why, Dr. Watson, Christi may not be here, but I am. Come join me in the cool shower, let me show you something while VB is busy…
To dream of the person you would like to be is to waste the person you are.—Anon.
:::Beaming back aboard starship, holding remains of broken Margarita blender and a ruined Jimmy Buffett CD:::
I NEED TO GET TO SICKBAY!! AND, YES, THAT IS A BANDAGE ON MY NOSE!!!
QUIT SNICKERIN’ CRISTI!!!
Uh, Captain, sir…Bluepony reporting for…uh…duty. I injured my nose on…uh…yeah…techical instruments…uh…taking planetary…ya know…uh…samples. Yeah! Taking planetary samples. I think I need stitches…
…send lawyers, guns, and money…
Warren Zevon
Mergens to heaventroid! You people are out of control.
Have you no sense of propriety? Do we not have laws to protect the sensibilities of the gentry? Are there no workhouses?
Move over, Purp, and let me lather you up. Soap? Who needs soap?
Voted as: The poster you’d most like to meet.
I demand a recount.
(Surg – The very same, newly reincarnate after a week that has already been stricken from the record books. Damn, but it’s good to be alive!)
Ye put up all that fuss just over yer nose there Bluepony? By the petticoats of Queen Mary, man, ya had us worried there for a spell.
Well, I can see Wally done beat me to the punch there PB, if you’ll pardon the phrase. Have at it sir, but watch yerself with that little vixen – ye don’t need to be givin’ the docs somethin’ else to patch up . . .
Dr. Watson
“The first lesson of history is the good of evil.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson
:::Cristi staggers out of shower, very much impressed by Surgoshan’s…ingenuity:::
My. Well. This spaceship certainly is well endowed. Equipped, I mean. Equipped. Yeah.
Bluepony! Oh, you poor thing. Goodness gracious, that is a nasty cut on your nose. Did those big bad women do mean things to you? Awwww…here, have some beer. That will make it all better. Now, come here, you and Watson. Yes, Watson too. I’m still naked, I’ve still got beer, and I’m feeling a bit like Florence Nakedgale right now. Helpless, injured men just bring out the very, very best in me.
Have you guys seen these showers?
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Captain Sy walks out of his ready room wearing swimming trunks.
All right, who’s the funny man who blew up the sun? I was working on my tan. Thanks a lot, pal.
Let’s see, so far we’ve blown up a starbase, several dozen asteroids and somebody’s sun. Damn, we’re good.
Officer Bluepony? I’ve been expecting your report on the natives of that planet we just vaporized. Since they’re all dead now, you lucked out.
Oh, and I wouldn’t advise going to sickbay right now. Doc’s been hitting the bottle and you might wind up with your nose sewn on backwards. Want a band-aid?
– Sylence
If a bird doesn’t sing, I’ll wait until it sings.
Let’s see now . . . Me . . . and Cristi . . . and Bluepony . . . and beer . . . and one small shower stall . . . Did I miss anything?
Yo, Bluepony? Heads or Tails? Call it in the air . . .
Oh damn, sorry about the nose there son, I’m afraid this is gonna hurt you alot more than it hurts me . . .
Anybody got a camera?
Dr. Watson
“One must be chary of words because they turn into cages.” – Viola Spolin
Why Wally, Hello there, glad to see you, all of you, er, that is, er. Anyway, sure come on over and help me get all of this bbq sauce off, it’s become quite sticky!giggling again, Purplebear makes room for Wally next to her, since VB is still so busy with Shadowfox and Falcon.
Welcome back, Bluepony! Awww, it doesn’t look so bad, not REALLY, honest, it doesn’t!
To dream of the person you would like to be is to waste the person you are.—Anon.
Ahem. There’s room for all three of us in the shower. Plus this keg.
:::easily lifts keg on to shoulder, heads for the shower:::
What, never seen a lady hoist a kegger before? Well, that should give you a small clue as to just how sturdy I am, shouldn’t it?
Come on, now. Let’s get going. I’m quite eager to show you that I am a natural redhead.
:::sets keg down in stall, hoses self down with beer:::
Aaaahhhh…out, damned inhibitions! It’s time to party!
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Well now, this ought to be bloody legendary . . . Two redheads . . . one keg . . . one shower stall . . . By the Saints, I hope this ship is built sturdy . . .
Hey fellas? If me and Cristi ain’t back in two days, could somebody just roll another keg in here? <draws curtain>
Dr. Watson
“That which we call sin in others is experiment for us.” – Emerson
Woohoo! Gimme that tap, Dr. Watson. I’ll show you what it’s supposed to be used for.
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passes out
Too much naked beer and cold women. Er.
I sold my soul to Satan for a dollar. I got it in the mail.
Surgoshan…honey, wake up. Oh damn, he is out cold. Come on guys, help me pick him up. Okay, carry him over to the ice bucket. Now put him down face first into the ice. There ya go, now he’s awake. Oh dear, now you are cold. Here, honey, let me warm you up (places Surgoshan’s face between her voluptuous breasts). Now, is that better?
Shadowfox
“The dead have risen, and they’re voting Republican!” - Bart Simpson
Wakes up with his face buried in a pair of breasts. I’ve really got to pass out more often, don’t you think? That IS better! Than what? Than anything!
I sold my soul to Satan for a dollar. I got it in the mail.
:::Cristi strolls out of shower, nude, wet, and very calm:::
Replicator? I need whipped cream, marachino cherries with stems, electric blue nail polish, some of those chains with the velvet on them, an ostrich feather, Marlboro Medium 100’s, coffee, ice cubes, and some Cheesy Poofs. And some film.
:::strolls back to shower:::
Break’s over, Watson! Hey, ever see anyone tie a cherry stem with their tongue?
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Well falcon, looks like just you and me,
in this big ole hot tub…all alone…Mmmmmm
VB grabs falcon in a rather no nonsense fashion and paddles over to a quiet, intimate corner of the tub…
Ohhhhhh yessssss…
VB
Some people say that cats are sneaky, evil, and cruel. True, and they have many other fine qualities as well.