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[Guest The Hamburglar]

Now all I need is to be dissected in front of Jonathan Frakes and I'll be happy for the evening.

Jonathan Frakes ownz0rs everyone in this thread, even me. Anyone ever notice how Mr. Riker always sat in his seat in a particularly lecherous hunched-forward way? Almost as if he were trying to disguise a hefty throbbing erection of man-meat, brought on by the sight of Mr. Worf's Klingon child. Personally, I would have thrown him in the brig and shoved one of Guinan's hats up his arse.

 

 

Mr Iraqi info minister, where may I obtain one of your funky-groove berets? I tried the IRA, but they've broken contact with their terror-beret supplier. Damn rogue terror beret suppliers, the funk standard is falling everywhere.

[Guest evenflowDDT]

This thread had such promise.

Not really. The guy can't even keep his gimmick straight, and were it not for the fact that we're at war with Iraq, and hence by propaganda association this junk can be considered "humor", he'd have been MOAB'ed a long time ago. Get it? The Iraqi's getting MOAB'ed! It's funny because we' MOAB'ed the real Iraqis! LoLZ~!@

[Guest Memoirs of an Invisible Chevy]

So, how long to Rad and Tyler get the man-love going, and who gets to poke the brown eye first?

Cheese is yummy.

[Guest Tyler McClelland]

So, how long to Rad and Tyler get the man-love going, and who gets to poke the brown eye first?

Cheese is yummy.

...and with that comment, I concede.

 

Congratulations, Banky, you win.

 

*runs off screaming*