Mindless Molecules
~*~*How many molecules in Leonard Nimoy's butt? You figure it out! It's harder than it looks! Inspired by the song "Albuquerque" by Weird Al Yankovic and by a whole bunch of sick inside jokes. Basically it is its own story and doesn't really follow the song and if you pay close enough attention you will understand the storyline*~*~
P.S. For all of you who are not all that familiar with Star Trek, Leonard Nimoy plays the Vulcan, Spock, and Science Officer to the Starship Enterprise.
Yesterday, while counting the molecules in Leonard Nimoy's butt, we got as far as 69 before we got distracted. Well, today we only got as far as 71 before we ran into a problem. We had to discuss just where his butt ends. Where's the line?
It was then that some nut ran in flailing his arms with weasels devouring his face. We decided we just couldn't concentrate with this disruption. So we went down to the basement to find a quieter place where we could continue our "discussion". When we got down there, we saw two doors. When we opened the first door we realized it led to a library. In one of the corners we saw Sydney Hansen and George Harrison smoking cigarettes and working on the last of a melted ice cream sundae. I saw George grab the cherry while Syd finished off the whipped cream. There was chocolate all over their faces and smeared on their clothes. That's when we decided it was time to close the door. Leonard opened the second door and, with a twinkle in his eye, smiled, "Perfect." He motioned for me to go in first. I peered inside and saw that it was a small closet (Ya know the kind only big enough for about two coats). So I went in and he followed close behind with an undeniable skip in his step...
...We apologized and said we'd pay for the broken hinges on the door, the high heel marks on the doorknob, and the tears and scratches in the wallpaper, but they still kicked us out. Out in the street, Leonard informed me that though he'd had a wonderful time, he had to return to Hollywood.
"Will you ever come back?" I asked, sounding remarkably similar to a western movie I saw once where some ranger dude has to leave a girl behind to do his duty in protecting the innocent.
"Of course I will." He said confidently. "I have to."
"Why?" I asked, puzzled.
"Because I'm wearing your underwear." he smirked.
"Now that's logic!" I said and waved goodbye as his limo came and drove him away.
THE END
~*~*How many molecules in Leonard Nimoy's butt? You figure it out! It's harder than it looks! Inspired by the song "Albuquerque" by Weird Al Yankovic and by a whole bunch of sick inside jokes. Basically it is its own story and doesn't really follow the song and if you pay close enough attention you will understand the storyline*~*~
P.S. For all of you who are not all that familiar with Star Trek, Leonard Nimoy plays the Vulcan, Spock, and Science Officer to the Starship Enterprise.
Yesterday, while counting the molecules in Leonard Nimoy's butt, we got as far as 69 before we got distracted. Well, today we only got as far as 71 before we ran into a problem. We had to discuss just where his butt ends. Where's the line?
It was then that some nut ran in flailing his arms with weasels devouring his face. We decided we just couldn't concentrate with this disruption. So we went down to the basement to find a quieter place where we could continue our "discussion". When we got down there, we saw two doors. When we opened the first door we realized it led to a library. In one of the corners we saw Sydney Hansen and George Harrison smoking cigarettes and working on the last of a melted ice cream sundae. I saw George grab the cherry while Syd finished off the whipped cream. There was chocolate all over their faces and smeared on their clothes. That's when we decided it was time to close the door. Leonard opened the second door and, with a twinkle in his eye, smiled, "Perfect." He motioned for me to go in first. I peered inside and saw that it was a small closet (Ya know the kind only big enough for about two coats). So I went in and he followed close behind with an undeniable skip in his step...
...We apologized and said we'd pay for the broken hinges on the door, the high heel marks on the doorknob, and the tears and scratches in the wallpaper, but they still kicked us out. Out in the street, Leonard informed me that though he'd had a wonderful time, he had to return to Hollywood.
"Will you ever come back?" I asked, sounding remarkably similar to a western movie I saw once where some ranger dude has to leave a girl behind to do his duty in protecting the innocent.
"Of course I will." He said confidently. "I have to."
"Why?" I asked, puzzled.
"Because I'm wearing your underwear." he smirked.
"Now that's logic!" I said and waved goodbye as his limo came and drove him away.
THE END