Before Sicily was a state.
There was no reason to do it.
Have you seen today's vase? Today's vase? I want to check the weather in Thebes.
There is an episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation that starts off with Jordie offering a cocoa-no-no to an attractive young lady. He tries to put the moves on her, but is ultimately turned down right after he programs the violinist. Data is winning at Janga, I think. It is called "Booby Trap."
"Well, hardly possible Number One. Set a course for the signal."
Nope. Someone found the ship, planted it, and activated its emergency signal to lure the Enterprise into a
meteor shower and shit...These aren't as fun to watch as I expected...
"That's why I'm captain and you're just a robot."
The Romulans are the Crips of the Galaxy. No one likes them; no one. Now that Jordie's fallen down the well, we have some forward momentum - hello 'Invisible Man' episode.
My fiance is more responsible than me. She drinks orange juice often. I do as well, but I also drink a lot of beer as well. So does she. She just dropped something. Perhaps she is not as responsible as I thought.
She has Oreos. I haven't been this glad to be this wrong in a long time.
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