SG-1 took some notes from local community college, Greendale, when looking for a new mascot. This is try-outs.
If I recall correctly, there’s a serious bowling league dispute going on.
Mark it zero!
You’re out of your element, Donny!
LT signed up for a bodypaint class thinking it was for camouflage techniques.
That definitely looks like some lt camo work
Don’t ask. It’s a fetish thing.
This is how marshmallows are harvested in the wild
Aliens are showing SG-1 how they have removable scrotum.
Got the themed weekends at the club mixed up. Embarrassing, for sure, but not unreasonable.
At least it’s not a feminist movie in a theatre full of lesbians
Kirk and the rest of the command staff from Babylon 5 stumbling into an interpretatie dance battle.
Sg1 discovers the joys of foreign pathogens on the immune system . . . again.
Nothing sexual.
It’s fashion week on the mushroom planet, here we see our dashing and stylish models show of an exotic green fall collection.
It’s a coke farm.
Jack, they say now that we’re members of their tribe they need to remove our balls to be inflated into one of these bouquets…
SG-1 encounters a species with an ashy, swollen ball rash so bad they’ve taken them off and put them in the community ball park for like a week and they just won’t shut up about it either
Indiana Jones and the Temple of Shrooms.