TNG Caption This #162 - 'Follicle Alert'

DATA: Get it together, there's a bunch of old people wanting to use the pool.

 

LaForge: "Sir, I need my VISOR back if I'm going to be able to collect readings on the black hole we've just encountered."

Riker: "That's not the black hole I'm interested in."

 

Technology CAN be improved upon to the point of rendering the innovation totally useless. I give you 24th Century Laser Teeth Whitening.

NARRATOR'S TAGLINE: "A smile so bright, ... I mean CHRIST! SERIOUSLY, CLOSE YOUR F***ING MOUTH! I CAN'T SEE!!!"

 

LaForge: "I've heard of afterglow, but that's ridiculous."
Data: "Afterglow?"
Worf: "Something human females have after they have mated."
Data: "Do humans have radioactive ejaculate?"
LaForge: "No, why?"
Data: "No reason." tries to whistle Pop Goes the Weasel nonchalantly, and fails.

 

WORST case of humanoid heartburn ever.

 

RIKER:"You DO realize you've been wearing a ladies' banana hair clip around your face for the last 20 years...don't you?"

 

Data: "Turn on your heartlight, let it shine wherever you go."


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Worf: "ARGH!!!! She blinded me with science!!!!"


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Geordi: "For those about to rock..."

Data: "... we salute you."

Worf: "FIRE!!!"


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PEPCID AC


Works at warp speed(TM)

 

WILL:"You'll get it BACK if and when you can tell me what the capital of Texas is."

 

Tasha: "And I needed a magnifying glass to see your penis!"

Data: "Data to Q. Position oversized magnifying glass right above Lieutenant Yar. That's it... perfect!"

 

Laforge: "Yeesh... that's a bad case of indigestion you've got there Tasha."


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And so, Tasha Yar finds herself leaping from life to life, striving to put right what once went wrong, and hoping each time that her next leap will be the leap home...

 

The Scott Bakula inter-TREK crossover nobody expected.

 

WILL:"Mind if I borrow this, Geordi?

I'll get it back to ya in a few...I just need to kill that big-ass spider that's been in the corner of the bridge for the last few days.

It's a freaky little bastard."

 

Riker: "You call it a Visor, I call it a Taint-Scratcher."
<He squats, scrubs his taint with one end, then sniffs the visor, makes a face, and hands it back.>

 

"Oh boy!"

 

That's the funniest thing I've seen all day!

 

I found one of MY winners.