Do you remember laptop death? The mourning continues. V recently asked me for a run/walk program for his wonderful bicycle naming mot. I can't find it, it was on the old hard drive. Pain in the tits, and also a reminder of all the other stuff that was lost. But today Common law found a little memory card from long, long ago. Thereon were contained about 100 photos, mostly taken with telephones. A happy discovery.
And so because my out of dope, over stimulated, underfed brain is refusing to come up with even two fucking words on the hugely built up dinner party post, I give you, for one time only, The Bridge Crew:
This as they were, of course, and Riker's teeth were never as yellow as they appear to be here but yeah, there you have it. I made them. Amn't I fucking deadly?
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