Discussion in 'The Next Generation' started by CaptainStoner, Aug 20, 2009.
petting kitties galore on their laps while
Geordi sang the blues. "Why don't I
make some Tribbles flambe with dips and
corn chips?" "Sounds disgusting," Beverly snorted derisively.
She resumed snorting her coke line. "Cocaine
-- she don't lieeee, Cocaine!" Beverly recited enthusiastically.
"That was dreadful, Beverly," hastily chided Picard.
"I certainly hope it was just synthecoke."
thought Wes who was concerned his mother
was going through some trying times after
he left the tribble in the toaster.
It turned out Beverly liked Eric Clapton,
and rubbed bag balm on her nipples
for that just-sonic-showered morning freshness
which disguised the smell of gin and
jelly doughnuts, which she had for breakfast
and lunch (but not dinner) every Tuesday
when Picard was done "wit his bizness."
Picard corrected. "Jizzness, my man." Everyone looked...
a little pale upon hearing that. "Perhaps
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