INCREDIBLY, HE IS NOT SINGLE
A man builds Star Trek sets out of Rice Krispies.
(Thanks to sjhaller)
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A man builds Star Trek sets out of Rice Krispies.
(Thanks to sjhaller)
Posted by Dave on May 09, 2008 at 09:41 AM | Permalink
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The Force can handle a little snap, crackle, pop. But that guy is whack.
Posted by: Meditrina | May 09, 2008 at 09:46 AM
*snap*
*crackle*
*pop*
My thoughts exactly, I was surprised that he IS married.
Posted by: Siouxie | May 09, 2008 at 09:46 AM
Siouxie, his wife is probably just happy he isn't bugging her during "Desperate Housewives".
Posted by: Doc Rick | May 09, 2008 at 09:52 AM
Meet and greet: will meet in restaurant, car . .
Posted by: Mahatma Kane Jeeves | May 09, 2008 at 09:53 AM
Our shields kin hold against Klingon disruptors and Romulan plasma torpedoes, but we've got no defense against the milk making our hulls soft and saggy--Aiieee!
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Snap: "Snap, what a happy sound/ Snap is the happiest sound I found/ You may clap, rap, tap, slap, but Snap makes the world go round/ Snap, crackle, pop – Rice Krispies!"
Crackle: "I say it's Crackle, the crispy sound/ You gotta have Crackle or the clock's not wound/ Geese cackle, feathers tickle, belts buckle, beets pickle, but Crackle makes the world go round/ Snap, crackle, pop – Rice Krispies!"
Pop: "I insist that Pop's the sound/ The best is missed unless Pop's around/ You can't stop hoppin' when the cereal's poppin'/ Pop makes the world go round/ Snap, crackle, pop – Rice Krispies!"
Posted by: Allen at Division | May 09, 2008 at 09:53 AM
Set tasers for "Milk".
Posted by: Punkin | May 09, 2008 at 09:54 AM
You're probably right, Rick.
He does have a big gun.
Posted by: Siouxie | May 09, 2008 at 09:56 AM
A man builds Star Trek sets out of Rice Krispies.
It's finally Friday! And that, my friends, is not a 'man.' It's a boy, the size of a cow, butt yet... a boy.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | May 09, 2008 at 09:58 AM
"Set tasers to 'Compensate.'"
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | May 09, 2008 at 09:59 AM
Annie, I think you've hit the nail on the head! *ouch*
This guy liked Star Trek when he was a boy, so now he plays with Star Trek toys.
MY hubby milked cows as a boy, so now....
Posted by: Punkin | May 09, 2008 at 10:00 AM
how horribly disappointing, dave. i was expecting actualy rice krispies. NOT boxes. hrmph. if anyone needs me, i'll be busy molding rice krispie treats into gilligan's island characters.
Posted by: crossgirl | May 09, 2008 at 10:01 AM
snap, crackle, ...spock!
Posted by: insomniac | May 09, 2008 at 10:03 AM
I was disappointed, too. And poor Siouxie is so upset she's outside turning Trix into cash.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | May 09, 2008 at 10:03 AM
*Continues to browse deluxe line of Lucky Charms jewelry for Mother's Day*
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | May 09, 2008 at 10:04 AM
Pssssst, Annie - make sure she doesn't have the machete - it brings profits down.
Posted by: Punkin | May 09, 2008 at 10:05 AM
or cuts the session short.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | May 09, 2008 at 10:06 AM
Wait - aren't Trix are for kids? Siouxie!!!
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | May 09, 2008 at 10:12 AM
Get a load of these cocoa puffs, bayyyyyyyyyybeeee!
Posted by: Siouxie | May 09, 2008 at 10:14 AM
Resistance is futile. You will be a dork.
Posted by: The Borg | May 09, 2008 at 10:22 AM
William Shatner does, indeed, seem to be composed primarily of marshmallowish matter.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | May 09, 2008 at 10:27 AM
The man's a cereal killer.
Posted by: Mot the Hoople | May 09, 2008 at 10:38 AM
Cream us up Scotty.
Posted by: Mot the Hoople | May 09, 2008 at 10:39 AM
Live long and crackle.
Posted by: Siouxie | May 09, 2008 at 10:41 AM
He's braindead, Jim.
Posted by: Elon Weintraub | May 09, 2008 at 10:42 AM
Part of this complete mid-life crisis.
Posted by: KJP | May 09, 2008 at 10:44 AM
He's a few krispies short of a box.
Posted by: Elon Weintraub | May 09, 2008 at 10:44 AM
To boldly go where no breakfast cereal has gone before.
Posted by: Mot the Hoople | May 09, 2008 at 10:47 AM
Boy, you humans are weird.
Posted by: Joe Klingon | May 09, 2008 at 10:49 AM
Odd, his uniform has no place for his pocket protector. Unless...eeewwwwww.
Posted by: baligurl | May 09, 2008 at 10:55 AM
Watch it Joe, you don't wanna know how we deal with Klingons down here.
Posted by: Mot the Hoople | May 09, 2008 at 10:56 AM
I got yer phaser right here, Joe!
Posted by: Jane Romulan | May 09, 2008 at 10:59 AM
Space - the final frontal lobotomy. (and *snork* @ Bali for that perky protector)
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | May 09, 2008 at 11:04 AM
All this time I thought James Doohan was deceased. Good to see he's alive and kickin' in England.
Posted by: Doc Rick | May 09, 2008 at 11:09 AM
You guys are all weird. I'd do him.
Posted by: Green Woman | May 09, 2008 at 11:54 AM
That would turn me green, too.
Posted by: Punkin | May 09, 2008 at 02:15 PM
Are you sure it wasn't Fruity Tribbles?
Posted by: Cat R | May 09, 2008 at 09:13 PM
His wife's probably glad he's not doing anything worse.
Posted by: Kristina L. | May 10, 2008 at 12:18 AM