TNG Caption This #164 - 'Repetitive Strain Injury'

RO:HEY...

stop bogarting all the grapes and prune juice!

GEORDI: Yeah!!

Some of US would like explosive diarrhea too, you know!!

 

Data: I am programmed in multiple techniques. And, yes, fisting is among them, commander.

 

"Tasha called this the Cervix Cracker.


She could not get enough of it."

 

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LaForge: "One day I'll command my own galaxy class starship. I will be a great explorer."

Worf: "One day I'll command my own battle crusier. My victorys will be sung about for eons."

Ro: "One day I'll command my own colonial battlestar. I will be gun down by my inhuman lesbian lover."

 

Geordi: "Klaatu barada nikto!!! Klaatu barada nikto!!!"


.

 

Ro: You have to choose--either Geordi or me!
LaForge: Yeah. Worf, who's it gonna be?
Worf: Geordi. He does that thing with his visor that turns me on so much.

 

Geordi: I don't care if your taint itches! You can't have it!
Ro: Seriously, try a bath once in a while.

 

RO: Worf!!!

Can you tell us where Commander Riker went?

GEORDI: YEAH!

He has my ballgag and we need it back!!

 

DATA:It is not REALLY all in the servo-driven and positronically-controlled wrist, you know.

 

Worf: "Captain Baldy over there is transferring O'Brien and I over to DS9."

Ro and Geordi: "Take Keiko, too! Take Keiko, too!"

 

Ro & Geordie: Worf, don't eat the food. The Romulans poisoned it!
Worf: Perhaps it is a good day to diet.

 

Data: "C'mon three! Baby needs a new pair of servos ..."

 

Data: "I just saved a bunch of money by switching to Geico."



.

 

Work: Invisible hand job race starts in three... two... one. JACKOFF!

 

Geordi: "... so it's a time share condo on Risa."
Ro: "And all you have to do is attend a seminar!"

Trapped at the baffet table, Wof was powerless to get away, and too visable to run them threw with a bat'leph.





Riker: "No, no, Data -- a little lower and more toward yourself. It looks like you're wanking somebody else."
Data: "And you assure me this is typical male sexual behavior?"
Riker: "Trust me Data -- the floors on Holodeck 3 aren't sticky from synthacola."

 

Worf: "Looking at these two douche bags, maybe I am a merry man."

 

WORF:"SHUT UP, guys!!

QUIET...

I'm trying to hear Commander Riker suck at playing the trombone!!"

 

DATA:These dice are not loaded, Commander.

But I sure as hell AM.

 

Riker: "You know Tasha's an animal lover, don't you? After she hears about this, you might as well just unscrew that little cyber-winky of yours and put it back in its case."