Caption Contest 29: surfin teh interwebs

Ok captioners, that one was short and sweet! I'm glad I stopped the contest after 2 pages because it was already too difficult to judge! You guys don't make this easy! I had to cut many possible winners.

And now...





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Congrats winners! For your prize you get:



Conscripted!



Our next contest is about surfin and watching 22nd century theater. Do yer worst!

 

Trip: Can they say that on the bbs??




T'Pol: So...they're still Clerks?
Trip: Yup.

 

Trip: "Is that even possible?"

Phlox: "It's possible. Difficult, but possible."

T'Pol: "I can do that. You just need a large spoon and bungie cords."

 

Trip: "I've been trying to pull up some porn for the last hour but all I get are words. Where the hell are the pictures?"

Hoshi: "Maybe if you looked at something besides MSNBC.Com?"

 

Trip: "I don't get it. Why hasn't anyone posted a reply to my slash fic about you and T'Pol."



Whatever's out that window must be one hell of a sight since no one's looking at T'Pol's rack.

 

Trip: Are those real?!?
Phlox: They are silicone implants.
T'Pol: Why would anyone implant bags of silicon in their chest? It is illogical.

 

Trip: "What the HELL! Where did you find pictures like that of me?"
Hoshi: "Someone going by the code name JINX-01. She has thousands of them saved in a PhotoBucket account."
T'Pol off screen behind Hoshi.: "Commander. We need to talk."
Malcolm off screen behind T'Pol.: "Does she have any of me?"
Hoshi: "I never bothered to look."

 

Trip: "I was in college; I needed the money."

 

TRIP:"That's odd.

Normally when I put some of T'Pol's used panties on EBay they go like hotcakes."



PHLOX:"If you think this stellar phenomenon is amazing you should see me light a fart after some of Chef's cabbage stew."

 

HOSHI:"Who the hell is Cooleddie74?

And what's this...'Dirty Sanchez' stuff he keeps yammering like an idiot about?"

 

``Trip, I think it's usually called a `computer'.''


``And that weird light's coming from the Triffid nebula, you say? Neat. Let's all stare at it some more.''

 

Microsoft Word got more confusing with each successive version...



Trip: Is that Porthos floating past the window?
T'Pol: I told Archer on several occasions about the acuteness of Vulcan females' sense of smell.

 

HOSHI:"You don't need me to translate anything, Commander.

That message is as plain as day.

YOU SUCK BALLS, HICK-BOY."



TRIP:"Should we all be starin' at a damn eclipse from just a few million miles away, guys?!"

 

TRIP:"Sunnuvabitch.

See, this is why I hate online gamin' on Mondays. That asshole Reynolds on the Intrepid always logs on then. And he's ten power levels higher than me!"

 

Trip: A high ranking official from Nigeria Alpha II needs our help, and we'll come out of this deal with $20,000,000 credits. How can we lose?

Hoshi: Wow! Ok, let's send him the bank account information.

 

*No comment*

 

Trip: "ARE YOU @#$%ING KIDDING ME?!"

 

Trip: So our canon hasn't been violated?
Hoshi: Nope.
Trip: Then why do I still feel dirty?
Hoshi: You'll get used to it.



T'Pol: This show is illogical. Robots can't talk, let alone heckle movies with pop culture references from the 20th century.
Trip: Maybe they have a stick up their butt.
Phlox: <snort>

 

Trip stumbles across the decon chamber footage of Archer, T'Pol, Hoshi, and Porthos and immediately regrets it.

 

^ Too lazy to 'shop!



Hoshi: Ok, so here's Reed's terminal. How do I get the screensaver to show his porn files?
Trip: Give me fifteen seconds.