What the Hell, Tuesday?


You start off by cock-blocking me at work? Nice. Thanks for that, and the day long repetition. I don't need your help failing with the women. You end by...making me dream that I am shagging my ex-wife? And not the hot, happy-to-be-the-ex ex, the unhappy, plus size, what the hell was I thinking marrying this dork ex. Ican't even...

KIRK: Damn it! What the hell? Son of a... Couldn't you have waited two seconds?
SPOCK: Captain?
KIRK: He was just about to explain the whole thing.
CHEKOV: You want to go back?
McCOY: Absolutely not!
KIRK: It was cold!

At least she was on top for once. And yes,  that's how I knew it wasn't real.