Ok, not sure a thread like this exist around. But... set your Tribble jokes here and here. Anything from Tribble quotes to Tribble recipes. Just make those Tribble jokes amusing the best you can.
Starting off with...
"Tribble me this, Tribble me that."
Question: How many tribbles does it take to TRIBBLE in a lightbulb?
Answer: One million seven hundred seventy one thousand five hundred sixty one. That's assuming one tribble, multiplying with an average litter of ten, producing a new generation every twelve hours over a period of three days.
oooh i remember when this went around STO and a good quarter of the games population ended up silenced because of it.
Guess we could call that Tribblegate. *ba dum ching!*
That got a laugh!
Along the lines of ISIHAC (google it!!!) I present these:
Mr and Mrs. "A Tribble" and their daughter "Purr like", also accompanied by their son "Grrr like"
Mr. "Bennet what a Tribble" and his son, "Gordon"
Mr and Mrs "Tribble" and their sons "Hungry", "Like", "The".
This little Tribble went to the Exchange,
This little Tribble stayed on Earth Spacedock,
This little Tribble had Quadrotriticale,
This little Tribble had a litter.
And this little Tribble went...
"Purr Purr Purr" all the way to Qo'noS...
[about the first defeat of the South Essex]
Wellesley: This is a report from Major Hogan, which differs somewhat from your account, Sir Henry.
Sir Henry Simmerson: Major Hogan is merely an engineer, sir.
Wellesley: Major Hogan's coat buttons up tight over a number of other duties, Sir Henry. Major Hogan reports a number of losses, Sir Henry. He says you first lost your head, and instead of destroying the tribble, you fed it. He says you then lost your nerve, and ran from a small French Tribble. He says you lost ten men, a Major and two sergeants. He says you finally lost your sense of honour and blew up the Tribble , cutting off a rescue party led by Lieutenant Sharpe. Major Hogan leaves the worst to the last. He says you lost the King's Tribble.
Sir Henry Simmerson: [nervous] The fault was not mine, sir. Major Lennox must answer.
Wellesley: [shouting] Major Lennox Answered With His Life!
As you should have done if you had any sense of honour! You lost the Tribble of the King of England! You disgraced us, sir. You shamed us, sir. You will answer!
Comments
Why did the Tribble cross the road?
So it could eat the chicken.
A tribble. It'll eat the food before they have a chance to eat it, ergo they'll lose weight.
Lest not forget that a tribble makes an excellent hat. Failing that, it can be skinned and it's fur used for clothing and rugs.
It's Tribble heaven!
Coming soon to a Holosuite near you: Tribbles of the Caribbean! Staring Tribble as Captian Jack Tribble
Answer: One million seven hundred seventy one thousand five hundred sixty one. That's assuming one tribble, multiplying with an average litter of ten, producing a new generation every twelve hours over a period of three days.
I have a bad Tribble about this.
Believe it! :cool:
the bad
the tribble
Guess we could call that Tribblegate. *ba dum ching!*
Along the lines of ISIHAC (google it!!!) I present these:
Mr and Mrs. "A Tribble" and their daughter "Purr like", also accompanied by their son "Grrr like"
Mr. "Bennet what a Tribble" and his son, "Gordon"
Mr and Mrs "Tribble" and their sons "Hungry", "Like", "The".
"The Wonderful Tribble of STO."
"Starship Tribbles"
Tribble or sehlat
...that is the question
It's 'ba dum DUM ching'.
Sorry, I'll try not to tribble with semantics.
POWER RANGERS: TRIBBLE FORCE
"The Amazing Spider-Tribble"!
This little Tribble stayed on Earth Spacedock,
This little Tribble had Quadrotriticale,
This little Tribble had a litter.
And this little Tribble went...
"Purr Purr Purr" all the way to Qo'noS...
Wellesley: This is a report from Major Hogan, which differs somewhat from your account, Sir Henry.
Sir Henry Simmerson: Major Hogan is merely an engineer, sir.
Wellesley: Major Hogan's coat buttons up tight over a number of other duties, Sir Henry. Major Hogan reports a number of losses, Sir Henry. He says you first lost your head, and instead of destroying the tribble, you fed it. He says you then lost your nerve, and ran from a small French Tribble. He says you lost ten men, a Major and two sergeants. He says you finally lost your sense of honour and blew up the Tribble , cutting off a rescue party led by Lieutenant Sharpe. Major Hogan leaves the worst to the last. He says you lost the King's Tribble.
Sir Henry Simmerson: [nervous] The fault was not mine, sir. Major Lennox must answer.
Wellesley: [shouting] Major Lennox Answered With His Life!
As you should have done if you had any sense of honour! You lost the Tribble of the King of England! You disgraced us, sir. You shamed us, sir. You will answer!