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

Beneficial tobacco! I think it was, the way the Native Americans originally used it, which is to say, only on special occasions when everyone was gathered together. My parents smoked themselves to death.

And yet that's true about the cigar. There was an item on NPR about George Burns the other day, a man who made it, just, to about 100 years old, and who did smoke those big El Producto cigars. It seemed to me that he shrank so in his old age, that I think he tanned himself.

Lintilla, when I was in San Fransisco I even felt guilty smoking in the street . I don't want to impose my smoke on anyone but I do like to smoke. It was not smoking in the bars that really got to me, thank God the English pub still remains the retreat of folks who like a cigarette with their pint and conversation (Although a lot do have no smoking areas now, and I don't have a problem with that).

Very droll, Lil!

Well, time I got offline and attended to things IRL.
*checks that IIEM is on autopilot*
See y'all later this evening then!

Cigar smoke does not bother me very much at all.

Goodbye Lil!

I like to suck burning leaf-smoke through a paper tube myself on occasions, but often after a night in a pub or club my eyes are sore and I sound like James Earl Jones. Not that that's necessarily a bad thing .

*places mug on counter*
Time to go...
Through the door for a change.
Bye Lintilla, ox, and everyone.

*jangle*

dis anyone know why the bell "jingle"s for me but "jangle"s for others?

well i must be off. I will se you all.
Goodbye!

*jingle*

Looks like it's home time for all of us

*Folds VPB and tucks it in pocket.*

Catch you later folks

*Jingle*

Bye Lintilla! Bye Gonzo! Gee-it seems I spaced out and missed Lil too-BS, are you still here?

*rubs eyes-Ook fades in and out of focus*

Now that you mention it Lintilla, I seem to muffle those bells somehow.

Bye, BS.

*sigh*

Alone, Ook. We are.

*decides to leave as well*


*jingle*

Evening all.
Oh there's no-one here... the American shift have all left.
*Notices Ook* sorry of course you're here.

I really ought to come here often seeing as I'm on the staff.

*pokes around to see if there's any pay packets with his name on*

Hmm... I came in search of a statue- but I don't see one?

*jingle*
its nearly empty here!
the statues on the porch spork.
hello Peregrin!
IIEM, ill have a hot tea please.

peregrin, do you know when the new forum settings will go into effect?

*the door opens and the stranger from yesterday enters again, still in trenchcoat and dark glasses, but sporting a much better and more firmly stuck on beard. He looks furtively back over his shoulder, up and down the street, and satisfied, he enters and closes the door behind him. he wanders up to the counter and nods to Lintilla, who he met yesterday, but avoids looking at the other two directly.*
IIEM one coffee please.
*he takes his coffee and sits down in the corner, so he can survey the whole cafe from his vantage point*

hello Mr. Smith!
Your beard looks much better today