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

Just so no-one suspects...

- Moving in Mysterious Ways.

& there was me thinking that this http://www.h2g2.com/A302257 was the heavenly secret

;^)#

...and for that mango slice of blatant advertising !

* mumble, mumble, grumble *

...You will probably get freezer worth of bars to see you through to the next ice-age.

Fiddlesticks... !!!

- Ever thought about becoming a Christian ?

Boy... really hard to crack that code on the subject man

* St.Peter walks in with his shoulders slumped, giving only the merest of a rye smile to the other Saints present *

Rasputin, If I may, could I have a coffee...

No ! Make that an Irish Coffee !

* As this is about as close to going crazy as St.Peter can muster, you could speculate things aren't going well... *

Ras, another teaspoon of alcohol, please...

* He drags a book from his satchel and settles into one of the plush armchairs. It is then you notice the book title...'Toddler Training for Beginners' *

St.Peter - Redefining ALL the shades of grey.

Hi. Can I have a Bloody-Hard-To-Get-This-Computer-To-Do-What-I-Want-It-To?

O3

JOTD: Circular Definition - see Definition, Circular

hi. nothing to say. just bookmarking, in case this thread ever gets as interesting as the last one...

}:•P

cos the other thread is just sooooooooo exciting?
maybe for u and tweetie!

(Why Yes, actually, it was fun for tweet and I -as well as a few others- since we went through the effort of making it interesting... so i guess my last post here was a bit unclear...

i probably should have just said that this time i'm not going to lead/originate/get the ball rolling/dominate/inspire/whatever this thread, as i feel

a) i've done my part,

lastly)i should let others speak, so this thread can be a reflection of more of our personalities,

IIV)it's against one of my religions (see:Church of Weekendism), and

6)not everyone wants to play a drinking game

(which, btw is going on at the color of water thread.. rules are simple: add at least 2 lines to the story, but no more than 4, and the name of a color must be incorporated in your installment.

THISTLE!! HI!!! good to see you again!

Hi all!
I'm baaaaaack.
Zax, we're gonna need to teach you about that numbers thing
Ummm, St Peter, is there something we should know about you?

bookmark yeah!

Sure we do.

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JOTD: If a cow laughs really hard, does milk come out its nose?

Hey! I just made a page where people can go to get a code for their pages...

this'll make one of those dropdown boxes with the links to all of our angels... i'll keep it updated regularly... just thought i'd mention it in case anyone would like to use it..

it's here:

http://www.h2g2.com/A324479

Zax, you are officially a genius

*bloke rushes in fashionably late and unfashionably dressed in only a pair of underpants. Why on earth he's wearing only a pair of underpants is beyond me*

Oh, wait a minute. God meant the OTHER sort of brief.

*Yes. Of course he did. You can be so stupid sometimes...*

Shut up you, or I'll get another narrator.

*Oh sorry. Anyway, all of the female saints start staring which annoys Rasputin, who thought he was going quite well*

Oh. Sorry Ras.

*Rasputin just glares*

Well. I'd better be off before...

Wait a minute. This is already the longest post I've written.

I think.

Maybe not.

*Make up your mind, you stupid, self-serving, low down, ...*

Okay. That's it. You're fired.

*Fine. I never liked working for you anyway. You never let me say what I want to, the pay sucks and I got more respect working as Thomas' narrator*

Good. Go back to your precious tank engine. And don't come crawling back.

*Goodbye and good riddance*



Now that he's gone, do you ladies want a private tour of the janitor's closet?

      o      o       o      o
° ° ° °
Patron Saint of Brevity

* HE comes striding out of the elevator, a number of coronets blast out from the corners of the room, where cherubs are busily playing the Buffy drinking game. HE sees a few new faces unwarily consuming some of Rasputin’s Specials. Ponders ‘Who will clean up the mess...’. Walks up to the bar hearing Saint ‘Nameless’ convulsing after his first gulp of cunningly disguised clear liquid *

Hello again, glad you could make it. I see the patronage is coming along nicely !

* Rasputin eyes his master scornfully, apparently the Vodka incident has left its mark upon the relationship, or he is just in his usual bad mood... *

A vodka please Rasputin...

* A thin waft of smoke rises out of Rasputin’s ears. HE has a thin wry smile whilst turning away from the bar... *

Anyway, stick around tonight for the triple bill of the Rat Pack, St Elvis & Lennon & McCartney...

- Simply, High Spirited.

I think he was more annoyed at bloke.

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JOTD: A Macintosh is a computer with training wheels you can't remove

*looks longingly over at the cherubs*
Nope, staying here.
Ras, can I get a pint?
Do you serve pints here?
Am I being really mentally challenged?
*exchanges a look with Zax as she slopes away under the dark gaze of those eyebrows*
Jeez, you ask for one drink and you're damned for eternity.
*considers the carelessness of this remark*
Ummm, not what I mean.
*thinks*
So, my round, what's everyone having?

hehehehe....

where is everyone?

Seem to have left the premises...
*accepts the large Guiness that Ras is offering her*
That's the stuff...
What're you having Zax?