If any of you were vintage Star Trekkies, you may remember the "Tribbles". Small furry entities that purred, had no practical uses and reproduced at an alarming rate.
Well, I see Tribbles everywhere! All these warm fuzzies, sweet thoughts and sentiments and such. In fact, it is growing at such an alarming rate that I fear it seriously jeopardizes my male instincts to hunt, kill, and eat raw meat!
I see Tribbles at work, Tribbles at play, Tribbles everywhere! They are penetrating my armor... making me, dare I say, "empathetic" and "sensitive". Ewwwwwww.
So on the one hand I should curse these Tribbles, as they run rampant on their path to emasculate me and remove me from the realm of Male Chauvenists! Yet, on the other hand, I should thank them for opening up a more goooey side of me that has been locked away for some time.
This dichotemy of course becomes an enigma. Straddling that "fuzzy" line, while it tickles my thighs a little and makes me wince, it has some upsides I guess.
So, anyone else having a problem with the danged Tribbles?
Desperatly seeking a warm fuzzy, or even a shaved one, I know it would like me! after all, a Vulcan is my closest friend! And isnt it obvious I'm fill of...corn? Attention Engineering! Scottie! Weel ye beam me a hungry Tribble aboard my backrest, warp speed?so I can boldly go where..well, where no feller's been lately, anyway!
Tribble: A small animal characteristically soft, furry, and pleasing to most humanoids (with the exception of Klingons). Tribbles give off a soft purring sound that is soothing to many.
They are also asexual, born pregnant, the only determinant of birthing being how much food they consume.
Hmmm. Pet this, it purrs. Feed it, it goes into labor. The ultimate in space-age Johnsonization, huh Doc? lol