TNG Caption This #157 - "Drivin while Pimped"

[cultcross]

That's finally it for number #156, my being offline for 3 weeks, going on holiday and moving house, will do that - I didn't even know Michael Jackson died for 24 whole hours. What is this, the middle ages?

Anyway, [highlight]THE LONG AWAITED WINNERS!![/highlight] are:

For the first image:

Geordi: I swear I only have that love doll so I can use the carpool lane when I'm by myself.

and the second:

"Have you ever danced with an android in the artificial holo-light?"

Photoshop nod goes to:

Positronic Pimp: "Pimp get crazy when one his hos be working the stroll freelance.... A pimp start throwing shit... like this heavy ass container!"

Good job everyone, some funny stuff this contest!!

This time's images:

 

[Captain Crow]

Thanks for choosing me as one of the winners cultcross. Hope you had a nice holiday.

O'brien: No means no Wes!

Date: My arm is tingling. I think it's the big one. I'm coming for ya Tasha!

 

[The Laughing Vulcan]

O'Brien: "Ahh! Don't touch me. I'll catch your 'sad loser who can't get laid' germs."

Data: "Curious, I appear to have lost all sensation in my left arm."
Riker: "Good, the next thing you do is put nail polish on your fingers..."
Data: "Are you certain that this is..."
Riker: "Hey, don't look at me. You're the one who wants to experience all that humanity has to offer."

 

[Ryan Thomas Riddle]

O'Brien: Dr. Crusher! Wesley's doing it again.
Dr. Crusher (off-camera): Wesley, stop touching the Chief!

Data: I am attempting to get out of dispensing payment for my accommodations by fabricating the falsehood of illness. In particular, the appearance of the rapid loss of brain functions due to ischemia.

Jack London: I have no idea what this yellow fella is talkin' about.

 

[Shatmandu]

O'Brien: "Yes, I want a drink, you stoop-shouldered little git! I'm IRISH!"

Data: "My arm ... strangely out of focus ..."

 

[Ryan Thomas Riddle]

Jack London: What are you doing?
Data: I am endeavoring to be the first person in Earth history to do a dance known as "The Robot."

 

[Gertch]

Wesley: "Sorry Chief, not all big vessels have shark pools. But I like the wet suit."

 

[The Laughing Vulcan]

Data: "What is happening to my arm?"
Geordi offscreen: "It's metal fatigue from too much pointing, you pointing positronic pimp!"

 

[Starbreaker]

O'Brien: I still cant do the stanky leg without pulling a muscle!

 

[UssGlenn]

O'Brien: "The Bells, The Bells!"

 

[Rat Boy]

O'Brien: "Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

Dr. Crusher: "Wes, what have I told you about pretending to be the ship's chiropractor?"

Data: "Backstreet is back!"

London: "Wrong '90s, moron."

 

[Rat Boy]

LeVar Burton (via Twitter): "Great, first Corey Feldman, now Brent. This is a funeral, not a costume party!"

 

[Mistral]

O'Brien: "I said 'fondle', Wes, not crush!"

 

[Shatmandu]

O'Brien: "I hurt my arm. Why would I need to take off my pants?"

 

[Rat Boy]

O'Brien: "Wesley, what the hell are you doing?"

Wesley: "Hanging around here until they Photoshop the Positronic Pimp over me."

 

[Triskelion]

Wes: Wow. The diarrhea is up to here?
Chief: Just help me!

Data: I just love antiquing.
Jack London: That's a shocker.

 

[Nerys Myk]

WES: Mom warned you not to attempt Bob Fosse choreography without proper supervision.

 

[Herkimer Jitty]

O'Brien: "You could have warned me how dangerous the Safety Dance could be!"

Data's attempt at doing the Thriller dance failed miserably.

 

[Daneel]

O'BRIEN (Ralph Wiggum voice): "Ahhh! He's touching my special area!"

With his moral/ethical subroutine inactive, Data decided to further bilk the clueless 19th-century humans out of their money by betting them that he could dislocate his shoulder and put it back in its socket, without so much as a wince.

 

[Aurian]

I just love threads like these. Very funny stuff