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

Yes, sure... let me take a hold... oh... look... it´s grinning... I wonder...

* to wash her hand and powder her nose*

*downs the remainder of his to exPUNge the backlog*

AAAHH! Another AK?

*Opens a packet of *
Pop the spell in here, Hati ... I'll hold the top shut while you have a restorative morning .
*Peers through a transparent part of the bag ....*


SiTTTTTT!

*returns from the ladies room*

Oh, E has it already. I hope they are both safe.

*downs *

I think there was something wrong with that spell... Why was it so wet?

*Grabs the bag.*

I'll take that, thank you. *examines her spell.* It looks okay to me, my spells always look a bit wet. I could have sworn that this spell hit something in the darkest corner... I wonder what it was? *Tucks the bag away.*

*a baaaa - ing sound is heard and a goat trots by wearing Thog's head. The goat stops and looks up at them all with Thog's face. you, it says, and goes back into the darkest corner of the Pub.*

*thinks that it could make a sense to stay away from the darkest corner for a while*

*down another , for medical reasons - to prevent seeing hallucinations*

*Buys herself and Hati both a nice large with a slice. She sips reflectively, then looks over at Kes.*

This was all your fault, you know. My curse will come u-PUN you again sooner or later.

*Looks around... *

Where have Mystrunner, Gwennie and Thog gone to, btw?

Thanks, mari-rae!

Er, which one of them is Thog now? The one with the head or the other?

Anyone know a good hangover cure? I went to a very bad nightclub last night, drank butterscotch schnapps, mixed my drinks quite spectacularly, got incredibly piddled and lost my wallet.

Your walet is in the alley! And to cure a hangover all ya' gotta' do is remain drunk. Wha'? It w*rked for my father for nearly 55 years.Wanna' make sumthin' of it? I thought not.
The only REAL cure is to not ...oh, I can barely get these words out...to not drink!~~~~~~~~~...*washes her mouth out with rum...*Ahhhhhh...
When I come home an' the cabin's spinning, I jusss take an asprin and eat a nice breakfast...then, when the spins stop I go to bed....*whispers...*it's always a good idea to keep one foot on the floor...just in case.

Linus, has anyone told you that the war in Nam is over?!? I do hope you understand that...I've been awiting someone else to tell you...but since noone has...jusss thought I would. Still, watch your step.

What did that "new" chap call me?!? Does it have to do with being British? That'll be the day. **== ...*chants...*
U-S-A all the way!

Here ya' go M-rae...it's 'super thirsty'...wrap your spells in that!

...*goes to the blue goo couch and curls up in the fetal position...* zzzzzzzz

Mari-rae... that´s a packet of you are holding there... the spell is here...

Wait... Thog's head on a goat.
But I'm not drinking!

*Thinks*

Anyone know a good counterspell?

...*mumbles half a spell in her sleep...*zzzzzzzzzz

::walks through the door with an overly large stick::

I know a good counterspell

::proceeds directly to the dark corner... a flurry of s and a few WHOMP!! issue from the darkness. A moment later, Thog returns from the darkness with a goat over his shoulder::

I'm going to go dispose of this... I'll be right back

Oh, and Mystrunner, I'll take you at your word for the mo... plus that discount sounds pretty good It's just odd to all of a sudden have a in assassin popping up in all o' one's threads... I'm still keepin an eye on you, but I won't glare at you with overt suspicion all the time

Pan, m'dear, I'm sorry you've had such s to deal with that you were afraid of me... you don't deserve that kinda . I'm quite glad you aren't anymore tho...
Anyhoo, I'm off to heave this little into the river... back in a few minutes!


::strolls out the door with the goat slung over his shoulder::

If anyone's paying attentionn to my whole hangover bit before, I had an interesting morning today. between necesary visits to the bathroom ( I blame the butterscotch schnapps, well either that or the Pilsner, 2 pints of XXXX, Kronrnbourg, 2 bottles of VK Blue, Vodka fishbowls, 3 botttles of Miller or 2 of Newcastle Brown), I decided to phone the nightclub where I had lost my wallet to see if anyone had handed it in, they said no-one had but if I rang back later after the cleaners had been round they might find it.

So, between two completely different visits to the bathroom, I phone them back and they've found it (but by this point I've canceeled my bank cards, and have to get that sorted), and when I finish on the phone I get a call from my university's student union regarding a job that I applied for in MAY! The job is filling in student union card applications and they want me to start next friday, but they are paying me £4.50 an hour, which may be nothing compared to £10 an hour for my summer job (legal clerk) but is still not to be sniffed at.

After all this, and once my insides have decided to take up residence on the same planet as the rest of me and hence stop trying to escape into the toilet bowl (my friend mike calls it "praying at the porcelain altar") I go into town and discover that my wallet somehow escaped the night in tact, although for me it was a closer run thing.

I tell you, it was the BUTTERSCOTCH SCHNAPPS!

Anyway, I'm feeling alright now.

Egon, I've always been fond of a bloody mary myself followed by several more

Pan, Given that i am leading a rugby trip over there they will probably end up wishing the war hadn't stopped...

...*walks over to the fellows still in her sleep...*
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Linus, my good man. Howz's 'bout buying a lady a drink?...*wispers...*egon seems to be a bit strapped for cash just now...slides a few hundred dollar bills into Egon's back pocket, discretly...*
Egon, you're certainly looking well!! You cuty-pie, you.
Linus, I just adore rugby! Why, I'm absolutely wild about rugby players! Something about the way they vault over the goal posts, showing off their buldging muscles! through sand traps and the like, no less! Amase-a-lating!
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...*speaking to anyone within ear shot...still asleep...*
For several years I was Captian of a paintball team! Well, actually it became two teams as I had so many fellows leave their team to join mine, we made up two teams. With extras sitting in the 'safety zone'. Those fellow were such a motley crew!
We called ourselves 'F-Troop'. Someone even had a flag made that was white with huge embroidered lettering and a rather large hand with the middle finger pointing upward. That became 'our' salute! One guy always wore a white shirt with a red bull'seye painted front AND back! ...*wonders where all those group pictures went...hope Gwennie doesn't get her hands on them...blackmale an' all that...again...*
Every week-end we traveld about for games and tournements...we even played whilst being filmed by a local TV station. (that day, it was nearly 600 men and five women......now THAT'S what 'I' call, great odds! I was forever getting lost! A caravan of men following me...and I would *always* have to turn my car around, thusly passing the team! <picture men haning out car windows, shouting at me...but
with the radio blasting I could usually only make out a few words...i.e., What the , No!, Again?!? an' other stuff...
One day, as I turned into the field of play...team-mates in the back of a slow moving truck waving me to "continue THIS way..." and so on...When we finally parked and exited our cars, I was presented with one of those foam, can holders that read: I must hurry to catch up to everyone else, for I am their leader!
Isn't that a hoot?!?
...*still sound asleep...*

I'd love to buy a lady a drink Pan, but would you like one while we wait for a lady to turn up ... you can have a drink too if you want...

somehow, that paintball story does not surprise me at all

That's why the lady is a tramp...

*whispers into Linus' ear: "A cassanova's secret to success with women is to treat a lady like a slut and a slut like a lady! However, only many years of experience will teach you which female is which!"*