This quip is an old, old favourite of mine - and certain of my friends may recognise it from one of my e-mail bulletins several years ago. These are the kind of thoughts that come to me when my brain is more-than-usually disordered, when I am stressed or can't sleep. I have had an awful cold, a persistent cough for the last 5 days, and so have been a stranger to sleep. And so, this thought, and others like it, have been returning to me.
When Jean-Luc Picard has sex... does he begin by glancing down at his flaccid penis, and giving himself the command, "Engorge!"?
I would like to think that he does.
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