What happened to all the little Tribbles after they got sent over to the Klingon ship?
That's been bothering me.
It should bother you.....
What are you saying Slappy....that sending bride and groom dolls made from your own hair, semen and blood daily to the object of your affection isn't healthy? Oops, thought this was the 'hair voodoo dolls' thread....
grottomaster, forgive my complete geekiness, but according to Worf on Star Trek:TNG, the Klingons don't talk about the tribbles, so we'll never know. Hope that answers your very serious inquiry. Sorry, can't give you the episode number or stardate, I'm not that much of a geek.
Margo.....well it's pretty dang spiffy to see you too! Wanna get drunk? Oops...can't do that any more.
I believe the tribbles were incinerated. I am very sorry, but i heard they were put into the warp-core.
Live a short life, and die a bright death.
...divorce prevention.....
Oic.
That avatar is YOU, wee squiggley one!
Bunny, the tribbles were simply beamed onto the Klingon ship, they were not incinerated in the warp core.
so were - by the klingons.
klingons hate tribbles.....
Hmm....I may have made a mistake....it's the foreheads in TNG that Klingons don't like to talk about, but I am still certain that the tribble/Klingon fiasco did not end in the original episode.
Hey, check it out, I actually slept until my regular waking time last night....might have something to do with finally having enough money to pay rent.
I exaggerate a tad, but for the last few days, I have been chasing a client for money owed (he broke a cheque drop-off without calling), which really stresses me out. It's such a dilemma....I need the money, of course, but hate having to deal with it, especially on the collection end.
Now that's a very good reason!
That chick played you for a FOOL!
Dude, I know its easy to give advice and tough to follow it, but if you look at what you wrote and think about all that crap you went through, you'll see for yourself.
If you even think about talking to her again, you should make a big plaque, put in on your wall, with the wording "B*tch of the Year" and a fat photo of you under it.
Delete all the e-mails from her, throw out her number, get rid of any photos of her, anything and everything that reminds you of her, GET RID OF IT. She doesn't give you turds about you, so stop torturing yourself and move along.
