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

I'm with the Bish. on this one, umberella's are for keeping the rain off. Greeb's, a few words, 'Low expectations' - don't put your beloved on a pedestal they're bound to fall off. Well, it works for me.
*Heads back to the corner with low expectations of the scotch bottle having magically re-filled itself*

You really need to be on holiday in Corfu or wherever to drink colourful drinks with umbrellas.

*flap, flap, flap...THUD*
Whoops, s'cuse me. Pardon me. Sorry. Oops! OUCH! OOOOfff!
*steps/trips over several partygoers in various states of consiousness, wonders who does God Almighty's makeup*
Hullo, hullo, Greebo!
sorry I'm so late. Have been trying to get here for the last several days, but the weather has been very bad. Lotsa severe eddies inna space-time continuum.
*hands Greebo large bottle of imported Damogranian Mimosa, and a giant doughnut [your favorite flavor] with a teeny bride-kitty and groom-er..person? on top. with sprinkles*
The Mimosa is for the morning-after. Highly recommended. The doughnut is for right now, and here is a vat of the Queen's spechul 'interesting' lemonade for everybody else.
*helps self to a large glass of 'interesting' lemonade*
C[_]
*hic*
Condrasul...consasudat...coseratat...best wishes, Greebzs!
*HIC*

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Ooooh, I'd love a glass of your special lemonade. No umbrella.

I'd love a glass of your special umbrellas with no lemonade, please.

LOL Anyone care for a nip from God's bottle? Funny thing about His bottle, it never empties.

*HIC*
LEMMENADE WITH UMBRELLAS, OR UMBRELLAS WITHOUT LEMMENADE FOR EV'RYBODY!!!
*holds umbrella over head and looks up for raining lemons [heard they had recently escaped from the Royal Kitchen]*
*HIC

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LOL *suddenly realises that the guest of honour is conspiculously absent. God is still layed out on the floor. Secretly hopes He won't miss His bottle when He comes to.* Greebo? Here kitty, kitty. ?

*Wonders if Greebo has crashed out somewhere in a corner and goes off to search for her..... trips over a prone party goer and can't be bothered to get up.....*

I fink I'll jusht have a likkle nap! Zzzzzzzzzzz

Oh no, not another fallen soldier. Gwennie, don't nod off, too. There's drinking to be done, and we're just the one's to do it. *Tosses back a shot of God's drink* Maybe Coely's still singing at the Sheraton.

All this talk of umberellas!!!!
Where you going on Honeymoon???
);7 :p ;@)

I'm afraid Greebs is M.I.A. Would you like a drink?

Thanks for the offer, alicat, but I've already got one. *waves pint glass of God's special around. Some slops out onto the bar and a large hole appears* Oops!

LOL. I've done that twice already.

So why didn't you warn me? *Takes sip of drink* Ah, now I now what the problem is. God has been passing off Janx Spirit as his own special brew! *Takes another sip* Not that I'm worried, at least his bottle is a permanently full one.

What, pray tell, is Janx Spirit? Oh, how I wish I was born in England! As you said, it always full. Wait a minute, is this some kind of cleaning fluid? Acid? Surely NOT H2SO4?

Janx Spirit????? Have you never read the real H2G2 by DNA?
It's the main ingredient in a Pan-galactic Gargle Blaster, the ultimate cocktail.

I am embarrassed to say I read the book a decade ago, and have no recollection of any of it. Somehow, I don't know how, I wound up in h2g2. Since then, I have done nothing but encounter the most amazing people I have ever met. (Not counting Mr. Meisel, my high school physics teacher. ) Dr. J, please do me the honour of toasting both of our good fortunes. Cheers.

And a toast to Greebo and Stooby!

*Plugs in the toaster and slides a couple slices of white bread down.*

Hello, glorious Queen! I'd like to try your lemonade, please. Why is it so special?*