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

Silly fellow...how could ANYone have TOO much fun?

Dunno ... but one keeps trying!

HEY! YOU GET BACK HERE!!please?
Could ya' jusss ask the other half there if I could borrow you long enough to make a bucket, or barrel, if you'll not be back soon, of those yummy tinis?

Have you ever tried that funny machine over there for the bucket o tinis? Or do you fear that it would be just not quite unlike something that could run under the name of bucket full of tinis?

*Finds a note pinned up inside the handicapped stall in the Ladie's Room. Reads it. Emerges again into the Pub waving the note in the air. *

You are getting a Golden Retreiver, Pandora? What will Belle say?

Wait a minute! Were you by any chance referring to me with that "other half" remark? *Walks over to Kes and whacks him with her cane.* Could you mix up a bucket o'tinis for us girls, honey? Thank you kindly!

*Waves to Thog* Have a fun weekend. Don't smite the kitten. Or toast it with your flamethrower.

"Other half" indeed! Hah!
*Gets off barstool, goes behind bar to mix up two bucket-o-tinis ... with olives and thin straw.*
There you are ladies. Don't knock it all back at once! ... Leave the other half of it in the bucket for later,perhaps.

*Sips martini through the thin straw and wonders why later takes so long to get to sometimes.*

Ah... problem solved...

*sits in armchair... reads book*

E., I'm probably just not a "risk taker".

Well Kes...at least I didn't say, "Better half!"

M-rae, you jusss crack me up with that cane of yours...that's my M-rae...always raising cane.

it's ix-nay-on-the-dog-ay...Belle tried to kill a visiter this morning...I'll have to wait until I kill her, er, I mean, until she dies of old age or falls off the cliff again, before I can have another
She's a "real" bitch

Isn't Kes cute? Trying to tell US how to drink! I'll give you a "don't knock it all back at once!"...*runs into the kitchen and returns with a metal funnel...stabs her bucket-o-tini toward the base & quicly lies under the funnel...*glug-glug-glug-glug-glug-*
BUUUURP. Squese paleaze. ...*returns to the funnel...*glug-glug-glug-glug-glug-glug-glug-glug-glug-glug...
Smooooth

*looks up*



*reads...*

How much burbon does it take to gewt a tart drunk?





















No, really, I'm asking.














might be a day or so before i see you fine folks again....

===*~~~

*Gets ready for the next steps....*

E., even tho this smilie sucks...I'm sending you a RL hug.

...and in the Springtime, there is a change. A change of all things that, thrive and beginst anew.
The smell of things, remembered. The sounds, of things, first heard, and on the marrow 'twill be a spoken word.
And when you hear it, the voice, within your head...you'll understand then, you are alive now!, and not yet dead.

Awww, thank you Pan! ... ever so nice

*Shuffles in and follows her nose to the bar and bucket of martini, kicks Pan on the shin (just for good measure) and pours herself a wee drinkie, right to the top of her pint glass*

Kes! (Mari? What did Kes mean by telling us not to drink it all at once?)

Good luck with your newly found freedom E and I hope that everything works out well for you.

*Hopes that Thog has an enjoyable (and entirely sober weekend)*

Kick me all you like Gwennie...even my lips are numb.

You know how to take the fun out of everything I do Pan!

*Pours Pan another and produces a bowl of peanuts for them to share and casually flicks one at Pan's nose*

*Plonks into armchair... decides to burn the armchair... burns it... sits on barstool*

Is there any to lay me a martini-infusion ???

**

Didn't your mum tell you not to play with your food?
You could put an eye out like that! And with all the hunger in the World...you're throwing food?!? Shocking!
And I have no idea whatsoever with regard to ME taking the fun out of "it"... I don't even know what "it" is. ...*looks at Gwennie...
thinks "it" is more than likely a tofu by product...*
Thanks...I haven't been this buzzed since early this morning.

...*passes out nose clips for everyone as the arm chair smolders...*

E., wouldn't you like a wee nap? You may use my couch...if you promise not to burn it up!

Oh, thanks, Pan...

*Goes to lie down on the couch... notices how much more comfortable this is to the armchair (perticularly as he hasn´t yet cleared up the mess....)*