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Fantastic word game

The PowerWorld Linguistics Cyclotron has apparently developed a few bugs that need to be corrected and I'm just hoping that the unit was not tampered with by jealous saboteurs.
 
Jealous saboteurs were often featured on the original Star Trek and frequently were aided by a scantily clad woman who was somehow compelled to make out with pasty Bill Shatner.

(Personally, I was drawn to the more swarthy Leonard Nimoy, who appears buck naked in Catlow, although Yul Brenner shoots the lights out befre we can get a good look. Rats! Foiled again.)
 
Pasty Bill Shatner was not so named because he wore pasties, but more than likely because he got beamed up to so many future places that were long ago booby trapped, even before 007 arrived on the scene; but fortunately he knew the terrain and was able to help James Bond avoid the pitfalls.
 
He knew the terrain and was able to help James Bond avoid the pitfalls including, apparently all forms of inter-galactic STD.
 
Inter-galactic STDs, are something to which I shall respond by simply saying, "nuf said".
 
"Yada yada yada," is one of those annoying things that has crept into the lexicon and will not go away.
 
Will not go away can describe "yada yada yada" but that's probably because the world loves things that sound a little Yiddish but they love them even more if they're really British.
 
If they're really British then you have no need of Yiddish although you might drink Glen Fiddich.
 
Very good friends are very difficult to come by, and if we have found one who has also found us, then we both have found a very rare and precious treasure.
 
Very good friends are people who can provide comfort and help you get by when you are in times of personal crisis.

(Edit add~

Silkie: I guess our posts must have crossed while in transit through this tangled mess of wires, servers and ad pop-up boxes that the kids today seem to think is the Internet. I'm going to let you have this one, Silkie, because you posted seconds before I did--Everybody: build off of Silkie's post instead! I'd delete my post but I don't know how.......)
 
In times of personal crisis I just flush myself down the toilet and don't bother a rare and trustworthy friend.

well, now we gotta hear it from WMC, speaking of one of those times, on accounta the breach of TFWG protocol, even on TheDude's terms. I hope you are all prepared to be embarrassed for me as I jump out of the first floor window - just as soon as I can climb up as high as the windowsill.
 
A rare and trustworthy friend would climb into a radioactive chamber to repair a broken dilithium crystal, thus saving the ship and all who sail on her.

(Live long and prosper.)
 
My dinghy could have been a song written by Chuck Berry had he written a song about his dinghy instead of his ding-a-ling.
 
Ding-a-ling is Silkie's temporary nickname for not following Darth's advice to follow her clue instead of his yet, instead, she posted again and basically created just about the same confusion we experienced this past weekend and, in effect, Silkie has taken us back to the future.


Or something like that. ??? ;D
 
Silkie has taken us back to the future when candy was cheaper, radio played music, and Star Trek delivered on its weekly promise to take us where "no man has gone before."

(And, alas, treated us to yet another memorable moment of Jim Kirks pasty, white, incipient beer belly instead of Leonard Nimoy's the much tauter and more masculine pecs. Today, I finished the final season of the original series so this Vulcan madness should subside.)
 
The final frontier was not one of my favorite movies, however, we all loved when Captain Kirk saved the whales.

(Jim! I'm a doctor not a cetacean expert.)
 


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