Discussion in 'The Next Generation' started by CaptainStoner, Aug 20, 2009.
by selling cloaking technology to tribbles and
three wise men. "ARM PHOTON TORPEDOS!" ordered
the ghost of George Washington, riding a
a grey unicorn.
"Delay that order!" countermanded
Q, after morphing back from George Washington
demanded equal pay. The Q union woud
require compensation for their omnipotent acts of
various stage plays. "Amateur hour," said Picard,
"I can quote the great works of zNIbbsgbee
"He isn't even related to Shakespeare," Picard
"Oh, but I am," Wesley exclaimed.
"How do you figure that?" his mother
asked, hoping he hadn't read her diary.
"I've always known, ever since my first
sonnet, which caused my 3rd grade teacher
to weep uncontrollably and moan in her
boots, which caused Wesley to pop a
"Rubbish, acne was cured centuries ago
except for the STD version which has
shot to number one with a bullet!
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