So, it took me a few minutes to put together the name Koenig being tossed around when the news ticker thing at the bottom of the screen was going on about a lost actor in Vancouver. Then said actor was found dead today and it all clicked. Boner Stabone was a Koenig. Checkov is a Koenig. Eureka. The double shock of learning that all these years, my favorite stereotypical Whop from "Unser Lautes Heim" was all along the spawn of a goofy Star Trek Ensign was mighty. And now he's gone. I leaned something, then got sad for learning. No more learning for me.
See, he likes Pizza.
He like Veetza too.
He stopped praying when he learned it was a suicide.
Maybe a quick round of Left Behind will quiet the demons in your head K-dogg.
And to round it out, a pile of stupid Star Trek YTMNDs, mostly Epic Maneuvers, to help the pain go away. (Looks like they got interstitial ads now....suck)
You're 8, you've only got 30 cents (in pennies and a nickel) for the ice cream man. So when you ask for the fakie lolipop up on the shelf behind him (cost: $.20) as a distraction, what do you steal from the cooler up front?
If you were in chanrge of the NFL and were a crazyperson, which item would you force everyone to play football with?
Should he have the chicken salad sandwich or the salisbury steak?