Caption Contest 61: Who Let the Dogs Out?

[Nerys Myk]

But first, the winners!

It's Green Award

Phlox: My bad. It wasn't bleeding gums. Just some spinach.

Nothing Gets Past Him Award.

Trip: Man, that brain just won't die!

Phlox: Hence the name of the movie.

Twitty Bird Award

Ron Burgundy Award

I love Scotch. Scotchy Scotch Scotch. Here it goes down. Down into my belly.

[yt]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e7mmrF-4rUE[/yt]

 

[Nerys Myk]

This contests pics:

 

[Skywalker]

Reed: "Down, boy."

 

[LeadHead]

Thanks for the win!

Malcolm: Just point right at the target and keep your shoulders relaxed.

Hoshi: You are the worst date Ever.

Phlox: You have a cold.

Malcolm: Thank you Doctor House, I really appreciate you using a lot of effort there.

Archer: So let me get this straight, your crew attacked a random ship, drank bad booze, flew into a Gas Giant and are now dying and it's our fault? No wonder the Romulans always kick your butts.

Malcolm: I've head dreams like this.

Phlox: (over comm) So have I.

 

[Jonas Grumby]

T'Pol: "Lieutenant Reed, are you familiar with the saying, 'A watched pot never boils'?"

Reed: "This weapon is even more evil than a Varon-T disruptor! See? Because of the way the handle is offset, if you aim at the chest, you hit the guy right in the nads!"

Reed: "I just won Interstellar Metrosexual Magazine's Manliest Man Award! I think I'm gonna cry!"

Archer: "So, you're a Klingon, eh? You know, we have this little joke on earth about how 'Klingons' sounds like 'cling ons,' which is what we call...well, I suppose you're probably not really interested in jokes right now..."

T'Pol: "Geez, relax, Sato! It's not a contest!"

 

[Leathco]

TPol: Mr. Reed, are you familiar with the term "premature ejaculation?"

 

[Bob Karo]

Sato: I found the EM-33 easier to shoot...

Reed: We all did. The bloody thing actually had a set of sights on it. Starfleet in its infinite wisdom seems to think only the MACOs need to actually hit anything.

T'Pol: I understand it happens to many human males.

Reed: Work damn you! We finally get our chance and now you decide to lay down on the job!

 

[Finn]

Hoshi: You just vaporized Travis
Reed: Who?

Phlox: (OS) My apologizes. It's the Denobulan Spores, a prelude to our Mating Season. During this time...

Reed: *runs out of sickbay*

You've got spunk!

Reed: I think see five of them...
Hoshi and T'Pol: (in unison) Two pack

 

[ToMaHaKeR]

Reed: ''I don't understand, I just put two Duracell Ultra M3 inside...''

 

[The Laughing Vulcan]

T'Pol: "I feel I owe you an apology."

Hoshi: "I didn't know Vulcans could laugh!"

Reed: "There there, Little Mal. She didn't mean it. No need to go all shy now."

 

[alte]

 

[brandomack]

Thanks for the Win

 

[Nerys Myk]

HOSHI: uh, Lt. Reed? Thats a hand drill

REED: Bloody Tucker, leaving his tools around.

T'POL: We should be fine in here with Lt. Reed.

HOSHI: He's British, not gay. It's best to to confuse the two.

REED: (mumbling): Thanks, big mouth.

 

[Jonas Grumby]

T'Pol (thinking): "It's chilly in here! God, if I get a nipple erection, Reed will be snickering about it with the rest of the male crew for a month!"
Hoshi (thinking): "Look at those! Those can't be real! Come on, Hoshi-girl, don't wimp out! You can compete! Gut in, chest out!"
Reed (thinking): "Oh, God, please don't get excited! One times one is one. Two times two is four. Three times three..."

 

[Mistral]

Reed: "And if you point it this way you won't shoot yourself...again."

 

[alte]

 

[alte]

Re: Caption Contest 61: Who Let the Buzzards Out?

 

[I am Surak]

That was wrong on all kinds of levels. I will have to meditate twice as much to help me unsee this........

 

[T'Girl]

Reed:
"... and there were Xindi to the left and Xindi to the right, the Captain and I fought side by side,
one of the MACO's threw a grenade and we all dove for the nearest cover."

Hoshi:
"And that how he Captain became lock in the closet?

Reed:
"Well, in short yes."

(thump thump thump thump)

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[alte]

T'Pol: "Hey, Hoshi...I'm a chick again."

Hoshi: "Hey, T'Pol...take the balloons out."

Reed: "Why am I staring at my own package...?"