TNG Caption This #194: Bad Hangovers
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"Eek! A spider!"
We've replaced Dr. Crusher's regular analgesic for Trappey's Original Recipe Hot Sauce.
Let's watch and see what happens...
Arduous as it was, LaFroge accomplished that bad-ass perma-fluff hair by spending at least ten minutes each morning in the sonic dryer.
Gates: 'Sub Rosa'? What the fuck was I thinking?! My career is over! I'll be Beverly Fucking Crusher forever!!!"
Riker: "Well, doctor, you know how when you're pinching a pimple to burst it open and you get this sharp little pain somewhere else in your body, like your back? Well, I was wanking it pretty hard this morning and I must have pinched a dick nerve, 'cause next thing I knew I threw my neck out!"
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Picard: "Mother?"
Riker: "No, Ruprecht, this is not our mother."
Worf (muttering): "Dirty rotten scoundrels!"
Crusher: "No wonder you've been acting like you had something up your ass, Jean-Luc. See? You did."
Crusher: "I think I've finally disconnected the eyes in the back of Data's head. He seems to have no inkling of the presence of Deanna and her Wonderbra."
Crusher: "Damn. I forgot to regift whatever-this-thing-is that I won in the grab bag."
Crusher: "Will, you're going to have to spring for the more expensive stuff when you have a heavy date. I'm tired of doing cologne repair on you."
Crusher: "Oh, my God, what will I do! I have a structured settlement, but I need cash now!"
Geordi: Computer end program!!
BRAAAM!
