RIPI'd spend the time to chat and laugh with Robin Williams.
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I'd certainly share my mud bath with her!I can't believe I'm the first to mention Deanna Troi. It can be anything from a casual conversation to an erotic encounter.
You've just been granted an hour's time on the holodeck. What type of a fantasy would you create?
And keep in clean--well PG-rated, at least!
I think I would try out the mud bath recommended by lwaxana Troi--with one, or more, ladies joining me (real, or holos)!![]()
And keep in clean--well PG-rated, at least!![]()
And keep in clean
Seeing a simulation of a Ceres size impactor hit an Earth like planet, with me flying like Superman in and out of debris swarms and tsunami--or flying into a series of tornadoes.
Unharmed of course.
Just one hour? That's not much time! Hit it, everyone!
The sky: bright orange, red, and yellow.
The venue: San Francisco Bay, with the bay itself replaced by one humungous meadow.
The audience: hundreds of thousands.
On the bass: Mr. T-800.
On the guitar: Mr. Darth Vader.
On drums: Gollum, high as f***.
On the keyboard: Mr. Ian Malcolm.
The MC: Mr. Shatner.
The stage manager: Mr. the Frog.
The cheerleaders: lots. With authentic skins of every color of the rainbow.
The Street Fighters: the classic ones, doing their thing on the lower stage.
The fireworks: visible even in the broad daylight.
The earthquakes: no, that's just the sound system. Relax.
The lead singer: yours truly.
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I could probably have just posted this.
I do get a blu-ray of it all to take home, right?
I'm fascinated by dreams, so I'd probably attempt to recreate them, and hopefully glean some insight into what those darn things mean.
Aw, c'mon, guys...I didn't criticize your fantasies!
Actually, I can't remember my dreams that totally, which is where I'm coming from: filling in the holes, possibly.
I mean, look at the things we can do in dreams: swim across Lake Ontario, fly, hear non-existant songs by The Beatles...you name it!
I had one the other night within which I walked to work (in reality 24 miles..I'm sure I'd be rarin' to go when I got there!). Along the way, there were sinkholes in the road that cars were stuck in. I bought a balloon on the way in the next town (a black one, one of those long skinny kind people make balloon aminals out of). It had a moist price sticker on it which I removed. I somehow got to work apparently the same day (!), and there was this food court there which does not actually exist. Etc, etc. etc....
I think it'd be fascinating to try to recreate that kind of stuff!![]()
Well, sure... there is, after all, nothing to criticize in mine.Aw, c'mon, guys...I didn't criticize your fantasies!![]()
Well, sure... there is, after all, nothing to criticize in mine.Aw, c'mon, guys...I didn't criticize your fantasies!![]()
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Elke Sommer, Anne-Margaret, Stella Stevens, Raquel Welch, Jill St. John and Joey Heatherton.
One at a time, I'm not an animal.
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