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

Not only do I doubt the sincerity of your glib dismissal of my genuine and deeply felt concerns re: your advocacy of motor madness, I am becoming increasingly paranoid that you may, out of spite, begin advocating random damage to all the things I love dearly.
The colour blue for example is held as the holiest of holies in my pantheon of things and I will not stand for any of your anarchistic shenanigans should you decide to turn your abilities to incite dischord against my favourite hues.
You may say what you will against black and white. And I would probably never bother to defend green or yellow from your wanton rampage. But pink and blue and red and grey are here-by declared most favoured and under my protection. Be warned.
no peace for the agents of chaos
~jwf~

My jeans are blue. How do you feel about that?

Levis or a designer brand?

I think they're a generic no-name brand.

the automotive defacement was really only put forth as a means to an end. naturally, we harbor no feelings of violence tword any automobile. its nothing personal, its just business the owner, on the other hand.. then again, there are many non-automotive ways to strike fear in the hearts of one's enemies...

and i certainly do have a very high regard for the color blue as well

Speaking of moral highground, and high rearguards, I quote from the Book of the Blue:
"..and tea bags too should be held in high esteam."

~jwf~ (baits another hook and waits for someone else to land Corinth the Generic)

For example, you can seduce your enemy's wife, and his daughters and granddaughters, if applicable.

"Any enemy old enough to have grand-daughters has not been an enemy for long." - Attila the Huney Bear

Can I really?

Dear Tefkat,
I have been searching for 'bed raggled' in several dictionaries of phrases and am at a loss. It sounds kinky as hell. It obviously involves a bed but raggling is a new one on me.
peace
~jwf~

It's actually spelt bed-rag-gled. It's the common Scottish name for milvus stragulupanneus, a species of kite whose relaxed attitude to grooming and day to day plumage care outside of the mating season gives it the appearance of a tattered blanket.

My hero! And damned if I don't believe every word of it!
(First I had to read it on six levels of paranoia before contenting myself on your record of gracious and enthusiastic info. It's the air in here lately!)
Thanks Myc.
peace
~jwf~

It's all true except for the words

UPDATE:
It turns out that the sweet little honey blonde I met on the ferry has a boyfriend. Some college bloke, I'm sure. What crappery! We met for coffee and I began telling her how lovely she is and how I'd felt instantly and physically drawn to her, she dropped this unwelcome piece of information right in my mocha. Such a pity, in addition to being a tasty morsel, she is endowed with the sort of mind that stretches mine--something rare indeed. I was hoping to enjoy physical as well as mental excersize with her...

Ack!
Never mind Corinth. C'est la guerre. Better luck next time

yeahhh...
still it's terribly disappointing. Perhaps all is not yet lost. Anybody have any homewrecking advice?

If she's as bright as you think, she's probably keeping her options open. After all, all things, deeds and words that come before the 'present' moment, especially when developing new relationships, are really just prior history. Also called 'baggage'. Just because she 'has' a boyfriend doesn't mean she is content with the status quo or doesn't want to explore new possibilities. But be prepared (and please don't hate her) if her 'experiment' with you has to end abruptly when she realises what a horrible mistake she's making.

~jwf~

I've never hated anyone in my life. The most I could manage would be to be disappointed with her.
Ah, my french-named honey, deeds and words are to come...

She's called Miel??

er, no.
She's sweet like honey.
She has a french name.

I must curb my poeticisms...