It's a well known fact
That once ev'ry seven years
Mister Spock gets some. (email@example.com)
Mouth like Mick Jagger.
A face only mom could love.
Just call me mother. (firstname.lastname@example.org)
Humans and their blatant lust...
Well, Hello, T'Pol! (email@example.com)
Should've killed him off, Kirky.
Now he took Priceline. (firstname.lastname@example.org)
T'Pol could beat Spock?
You're out of your Vulcan mind!
For that, you get pinched. (email@example.com)
Oh God, the eyebrows.
Trying to crawl off, are they?
Shield your eyes, children! (firstname.lastname@example.org)
Logic is no way
to raise a child today. What?
Wrong Spock? Never mind. (email@example.com)
Tribbles take over.
Sorry excuse for Vulcan,
Even Spock buys some. (firstname.lastname@example.org)