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

I'll ahve the bar please...

Happy Birthday Jan.

Egon, don't drink it all. We're all thirsty, you know.

Happy Birthday, yes... good reason for and ...

Funny, Egon... I thought I´ve been going on about being here in Estonia for long enough... *shrugs* oh, well... It would be a bit far to go for just a weekend trip

*goes to find some *

Happy Birthday indeed ... ....
*Looks down*
Er ... what's all this orange sludge in here, and what was mari-rae going on about loo brushes for?

...*opens a closet and is buried in loo brushes and plungers...*&Must be left overs from the tag games I started several months ago. Wonder who *ahem* forgot to 'tag' the next person?
...*picks up her feet so the 'cauldron swill' won't eat away her feet as it did Gwennie's...*Look out everyone! That stuff's filled with female hormons!You can tell that Egon's still a tad bitchy.And Mari-rae hasn't had to shave above her lip since before Halloween.

Oh JAN...I have a little sumthin' for your birthday. ...*as she passes JAN...she whispers.*meetcha' on the roof in ten minutes
the Black-Hawk'll take us to Paris. Three whole hours to dine, flirt and giggle like idiots.Happy Birthday my Cheri Amour.
...*as Pan disappears up the stairs a HUGE Birthday cake is rolled in by the second shift of 'Hooters'...the juke box blasts out...*...you say it's your birthday...you're gonna' have a good time......Just Another Number grins from ear to 28 year old ear as a topless 'Hooter - Gal' lights the candles... as the Pub goers sing Happy Birthday...he blows out the candles and takes a slice of cake a few strawberries & a bottle of bubbly to the roof...*fffft-ffft-ft-ffffft-fffftttt-fttttt-ft...* off they go...*
...*the party below is still going strong three hours later when he returns...hair tusseled shirt front to back...
...*Pandora is nowhere to be seen...but the aroma of her special hearbs are smelled coming from the alley...*~~ ~~ ~~~~ ~ ~~

happy barfday JAN

:: looks down on the tidewave from the cauldron ::

hm, prolly a good thing me one foot is a steeltipped peg - and the other wears a boot of bulletproof kevlar

*finds a nice little place amoung the bottles above the bar*

*says a hallo to the hanging around the bottles there...*

Ok, folks... you´re the one for ... any counterspells? Or will we have to make a "The late November"-thread should this one die out because of an overdose of Mariraes potion?

...late november and the snow
just about to fall...

(Buffy Sainte-Marie: The )

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is that newfound friend of yours the of bottles emptied, E?

Well, there was one in here some time ago, claiming he´d not been here since 1969... I think he was lieing as about this one... I think it be a goats he seems a bit baa-my to me

*grumbles...mutters...*

muttergrumblebitchy?i'lltellyouwhosebitchyareyoucallingmebitchymuttergrumblemutter

Thanks! *Grabs the brush and the plunger and disappears into the Ladies. There are various noises, a bit of an explosion, and the waft of green smoke that curls up from under the door. She emerges, drying her hands on a bit of paper toweling.*

That's fixed. Eeek! I see the of floating around up there! Hey you, gerrrroff! Go on... we don't want you around. Beat it! shoo!

Happy Birthday JAN! Let me find my dentures and I'll give you a proper birthday kiss *Rumages in the pockets of her cardigan, but fails to find her teeth..*

Egon, what's wrong? It can't be PMS, I mean, after all......

*climbing down from among the bottles*

I guess I know what it is... must be something Freudian, something worth the analysis... he´s been going "Mutter-Mutter" so ... mothercomplex and something germ-like... germanlike... er... and in desperate need of an I guess

Whew! Glad the ladies is brew-free! I've held it as long as I can.

!!!

E.haven't you learned NOT to do therapy until/unless you check an insurance card?amatures...
Besides... I think it's just that old bottle of Port's inner spirit trying to get out.

Egon, don't you MAKE me come over there.Cuz, I'll be like a past due electric bill...I'll put your lights out....*hands on hips from the alley...*===~ ~~~...*mutters bitch...sumthin' sumthin'...*

*grabs a beer, nabs the goo couch, curls into a foetal ball*

mutter, grumble, lights, mutter, elec=tric bill, dressing gown *gulp*mutter grumble.

i'm afraid he is way beyound therapeutical reach

still, this might do the trick. worth a try anyway:

hey, egon, want a ?

I'll have one (or twelve!)

*sings*

"It's my birthday, I'll get wrecked if I want to...
Wrecked if I want to,
Wrecked if I want to!

You would get wrecked if it was your birthday too!"

Tee-hee! Excited

I briefly skimmmed the backlog and found something about goats on fire.

*Tries hard not to look like a goat*

*whispers to Pandora*

Pssst... Thanks for setting up the Hooters thing!.. Those girls... Whooo!.. Man, do they play a hard game of Gin Rummy!

One girl remonded me of a waitress I met back in the "real" world in Hooters Ottawa. Oh, hang on - It was her!!!!

I'll be back soon!