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| June 12th, 2010I’m watching a Klingon hit on Riker and his name is Worf and he is growling at him.
After Riker calms him down, Worf looks at him suggestively and says “COMING, COMMANDER?”
It could have been construed as a sexy moment if they were of the female persuasion however I’m not sure that a black man growling at me should be classified as sexy and instead will be referred to as horrifying.
Then I would start crying and beat women even though that’s probably not funny. It isn’t, stop laughing, you’re not supposed to laugh.
The Star Trek: The Subsequent Generation themesong is echoing in my head. Well maybe less echoing and more playing because it happens to be on my television right now. My television, I may add, that is almost as old as the show I’m watching. However it’s one of those “awesome” (it is but the quotes are for dramatic effect) projection TV’s that look relatively sharp given the awful signal it is blowing up.
They’re investigating a hole. It’s making me giggle with glee. They then said “let’s launch a probe into it.” Homosexual tendencies are floating around in space like semen after a college party where you invite some drunk floozy to show her tits and it instead turns into a “let’s plug holes with meatsticks” exercise.
See how I worked hole in there?
tbh I’d probably bang Doctor Crusher. Not so much her older counterpart though, mostly because I don’t have a hidden maturity fetish.
Your vagina ages like beef. Oh, that’s terrible, I’m sorry.
This is the worst update I have ever written and I know it. I’M FINE WITH IT THOUGH, GOD DAMMIT.
FINE!!!!!!
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