h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

the concept is enough to give me a catniption fit...

Why thank you... er... me thinks... ~huggle~... me must admit this was never a favourite of mine... but me is glad you enjoyed it enough to poke fun at it... ~grin~

By the way... me has never asked... but is there a shorten form of your name that me could use when speaking to you... me never knows... ~grinny grin~... Maybe Ton... or Sil... or even Reve... or the hopelesslty non-sensical Nge... or perhaps there is some other form of address me could use... ~Greebo thinks a bit..~... but maybe you prefer to be called Mister Revenge... ~huge grin~... sounds rather sinister that...

Greebs..xx

A simple "Hey you with the bag of kitty treats!" will do.
It seems to work around here.

Our new 'adopted cat' (he adopted us), Sarge (he has some grey tabby chevrons on his otherwise white left leg) was sitting on the curb last night at about 2AM, just outside our backyard fence, when I went out to check out a noise. He had been chasing leaves, but when he saw me, he stopped, sat and went "Morrrowww!"
I went back in the house, got the bag of treats, and by the time I was out the front door, there he was.


Actually, most people on the sight, with the notable exception of RAF, who calls me "white scourge" or something equally pleasant, call me TR.

(tonsil revenge) is such a complex personality, I find it hard to squeeze my concept of him in anything shorter.



I'd never seen gela-tine with an 'e' on the end of it before, so I was prepared to see a wobbly spork.

Well TR it is then... though me was tempted if me could have amended your original thinking to, 'Hey you with the bag of doughnuts!' ~wink~

Your new pussy friend sounds wonderful... and me loves the name Sarge... imagine when me was born my mother wanted to call me Tiger... because me was orange and had black stripes... IMAGE!!!!! Me is glad my father made her see sense and they finally agreed on Greebo... names can be sooooooooooo important in life you know... ~hugs~

Hi Sea Change... me picks most of my words straight from my handy dandy pocket dictionary... a really useful thing to use as a coffee table when me has guests at the Lair... not saying tis big... but last week it fell over on top of me... and they had to get 6 burly firefighters in to life it off... ~Greebo grins happily at the memory~

As to the spork... that tis a spoon... a spork has sort of points on the end for stabbing...though you could be right... it may look like a spork to you... who is me to say any different.. ~grin~

Greebs..xx

Greeb's OS, Whiskers 3.1, doesn't have a spellchecker that is dependable. The programmers at MoggySoft haven't gotten all the out of the system, yet.

Tsk TR... and miss out on the firefighters!!! What are you thinking??? ~sly grin~...

Greebs..xx

Yeah, well, the boyos on the Green Goddess aren't always going to be the ones from the charity calender. You got lucky!

~huge grin~... Me is terribly lucky you know... me doesn't think me will have much problems in that department... ~wink~

Greebs..xx

~sniggers at the Subject~

That's proberly for the best!!!

Greebs..xx