Like this one:
It's like if Leonard Nimoy got a pill problem and was kicked off Star Trek and became a nightclub owner. It's like that. (See, that was the commentary.)
The Leonard Nimoy Come-On Line Game:
If Leonard Nimoy really did become this pill-popping, club-owning groovy-daddy, how would he chat up women?
- "To resist this would be... illogical."
- "My ears aren't the only thing that's pointy, baby."
* Though of course, it's not actually random. How could it be? I'm not a Random Number Generator (RNG). I'm not even a Pseudorandom Number Generator (PRNG). No siree... But I am an effective Whim Generator (WG). Whims will work.
Note: I just got the vague feeling I've posted this illustration before. Have I posted it before? Hmm... Actually checking would be tedious. It'll ride.
Slim, this is another one of you strokes of genius.
ReplyDeleteTranked up Spock to a very voluptuous Brasilian woman clad in gossamer:
"Come up up to the VIP room and I'll show you my fibonacci."
It depends on the pills popped.
ReplyDelete1. Ectasy: "Are you part Vulcan? 'Cause there's nothing else like you on Earth."
2. Steroids: "So, are you going to give me your phone number or am I going to have to use a Vulcan Nerve Pinch on 'ya?"
3. Antacids: "Pull my finger."
(I used the Blum Blum Shub equation to come up with those.)
HA HA HA! I happened upon your blog from your comment on the Sartorialist. Funny!
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