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

Now I wonder who that could be...

Oh!??? The person leading the posts!??... Em.... ME FWIEND!!!

where did you see the number of posts? the only listing I have a link to is <./>A819371</.>

Herrrmmm..... There's a handy link to the daily postings on my page.... the last divided section... it says TOP TEN POSTERS.... or some such...

*giggle* I'm 15 behind and not very likely to catch up...

the only time I make the top is when I happen upon a batch of newbies that need ACEing.. I'm not exactly a prolific poster..

And that is probably a good thing!!!



My friend St Jon needs to become famous... you can help!!! YAY!!!

http://www.bbc.co.uk/dna/h2g2/classic/FFM65957?thread=181368&skip=0&show=20#p2416262

on my way!!

thank you sooo very much!!! I know I can count on you!!! YAY!!!

*steps in to a strangely silent bar, walks over to the counter and looks around. A layer of dust has covered everything, even the cobwebs in the corner by the beat-up old fridge. She writes her name in the dust on the bar top, goes into the back room and gets out the cleaning supplies. She starts by dusting and de-webbing the place. Opens the fridge door and notices that it's empty except for a jar of olives that only has one small olive left floating in the juice, and something that might have been celery at one time lying on the top shelf. She cleans out the fridge, and stocks it with olives, marischino cherries, lemon wedges, , , , and pickles. Suddenly she hears scurrying behind the bar. She peeks over the bar and sees the little green furry thing cringing in the corner.*

Now where have you been? We wondered if you were ever going to come back.

*she deposits into what used to be known as Thog's chair, along with a handfull of beernuts for it to munch on. Then she proceeds to dust and tidy up the bar interior*

OH!!! Thank you, sweetie!!! Such a good girl!!!

Been a bit busy lately, but I hate to see the place fall into a state of disrepair!

*snaps her fingers and materializes and for herself and a for Dragonfly*

*walks in to see flying dust and cobwebs and the little green furry thing cowering in a chair with a handful of beernuts* I can see Michele's in another cleaning frenzy...

*gets herself a and leans against the now spotless and gleaming bar*

Wooooo! Shiney! Can I have an please?

...I would like a strawberry margarita!!! YAY!!!

YAY!!! Me too!!!

OK!!!! Go ahead and mix us up a pitcher!!!

What? Only one pitcher? I think we'll probably need several...

*furious blending sounds are heard behind the bar, along with a "ouch!", a "drat, now that wasn't supposed to go in there!" and a "funny, I don't remember them being that color and tasting of garlic" *

Okay - so who's ready for a cold mug of - um... grey, fuzzy, frozen, blended liquid stuff!

Well - it's Christmas soon, isn't it? I can't go to the office party this afternoon, so a cold mug of grey,fuzzy, frozen blended liquid stuff will do for me

*decides to play it safe and make herself a mojito*