TheDiva:
Can you hear me now? ... Good!
zombiewoof68:
Oh, nothing. Aliens on a rampage. Redshirts dropping like flies. You know, the usual. How are you?
TheDiva:
Bones always keeps a tight hold on his purse when walking through this part of the galaxy.
zombiewoof68:
I'm getting something... you're a television studio intern... in a ridiculous costume... sweating your ass off.
Amon:
.oO (Why I agreed to take the job as Madonna's gynecologist, I'll never know...)
TheDiva:
Wow, those are some huge-ass Whoppers.
zombiewoof68:
Even the Honeydew Melon diet didn't help Shatner lose weight.
BCWildcat7:
Let's see here, 21 to the left, 13 to the right... oh, damn, what's the last combo?
zombiewoof68:
So these are the guys who make Easter Eggs?
BCWildcat7:
I... don't quite know.... what my... next line is...
KIPPAGE:
"Wow! This purple haze is excellent. Doctor. Let's have some more!"
zombiewoof68:
Just a sec. I got a little smarm stuck between my teeth.
TheDiva:
Oh, morning after one of the Enterprise's mixers is always tough...
bargainbrandbeing:
After introducing the game of hide-and-seek, it took them awhile to realize that one of them has to NOT hide and find the rest...
NineInchNail:
Scotty looks over his students' shoulders while they take their Hammond organ lessons.
TheDiva:
Yes! The Red Shirts have finally mutinied!
TheDiva:
Tree-hugger.
TheDiva:
Word for the day: dendrophiliac