"You dumb, dead Vulcan son-of-a-bitch,
I told you to not pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger."
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"Scotty, hold up. Just hold up!"
"We have enough Tribbles on the grill for second helpings."
And here are a few from the old site:
"Damnit, Spock!" "You could have told me we were out of toilet paper before I squatted down beside you!"
"Vulcans do not use toilet paper."
"Well, what in blue blazes do you use?"
"The Vulcan Rectum Pinch."
"The Vulcan Rectum Pinch?"
"Yes, Doctor, it is logical- And quiet fascinating."
"Just wait until I feed you some bourbon and beans. Then we'll see how that Vulcan Rectum Pinch works then!"
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"No, this is not pon farr." "It is pon flush. Every seven years Vulcan must clean their toilets."
Now, I keep waiting for someone to finish the "Kirk, a Ferengi and 3 French sailors go into a bar..." joke.
Happy Trails, Say Good Night, Gracie.
'Cuse my beer breath, but Good Night, Gracie
Hey Ag, you know those Freepers, They will let their opinions be know any time, any where!
And it helps that they have an audience any time, any where!
"No, Bones, how does Saddam like his leg of lamb?"
"One each around his ears!"
Bada Bang! Bada Bing!
Thanks, trussel, but the show must go on!
"Hey, Jim Boy? Did you know Saddam was a Frat boy in college?"
"No, Bones, I didn't."
"Yeah, he pledged Faruk A Yew!"
Bada Bang! Bada Bing!