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

*giggles and decides to start with the late celebration of 85th anniversary of the SSOR*

<-- vodka!

, Hati ... I always liked the idea of celebrating the Magnificent October Revolution in November ...

*giggles* Well, we saw a reinactment of the revolution yesterday. A modern day revoloution called something like "comercial revolution"(only in Estonian) or something... grand opening of a shoping mall... quite a humour around here

Even Lenin was there, making a speech and everything... I guess this kind of jokes work only in this part of the world though. works everywhere, and thanks to the revolution the drinks are still quite cheap here.

*mumbles about HRT patches*

*mutters about HRT pills*

At least its Friday! Woohoo! Isn't it?

*does a quick finger count, looks at the calendar, and phones the speaking clock*

Er, yes, it is Friday, which means I've got an exam in an hour and a half (wish me luck!)

*hands Egon a a four leaf clover*

Good Luck!

Yay! It means I have survived one more th*rsday!

Good luck, Egon!

*wandering back in after exam*

seemed to go quite well.

*acquires *

you gave the " goat of threads past " Foster's, E?

Isn't that considered cruelty to animals?

As for the smell - well, it really is the goats call, don't you think?

either the goat gets used to it - or the goat leaves

The goat is called Smell and he wants some leaves?

*Wanders out to the alley way, locates some of Pan's shrubs, returns and gives them to the goat to eat who munches happily before starting to stagger around in a daze*

Watch out Pierce!

*Stands aside as Smell the goat becomes amorous with Pierce's wooden leg*

Well really!

The goat's name is Fred! I guess his last name could be Smell...Fred Smell...no ring to it at all...

Thanks for the mush-o-tinis Kes! I'll try ANYthing several times ya' know.

...*sits mumbeling about patches and pills...* If you two would,
ahhhhh never mind...probably kill ya' ta' stop now.

The goats name was just Goat. Like in The film: Goat. James Goat...

Anyway... it´s goatten lost. So this must be his Ghost... A goatghost... Was that where the term Goatgoatgirl came from?....


AAAAAAARGGGH... this goating is infectious... I´ve goat to goat to the doctor... anyone seen Mr. Heriot in this pub?

*quickly goats and tries to find the next to the goatshed, out through the darkest corner... doesn´t goat very far and falls aleep...*

Why did someone pass the goat some weed earlier on? Is it a rasta goat?

*Bangs her hearing aid in an attempt to stop it whistling*

Roasted goat?

*Covers the Smelly Fred's ears with her hands*

Shame on you Roadkill!

No roasted goat! I don't even like goats cheese! Besides if I try to roast it it'll get all Satan's- child- esque on me again.

*wanders in, dressed in safari-style gear*

I had a lovely start to the day this morning - I woke early and watched warthog, impala, zebra, vervet monkeys and guineafowl drinking at a bush waterhole while I drank my sunrise cup of coffee. Later we had an African Fry-up alfresco breakfast under a clump of thorn trees. Just another day in paradise...!

Helps himself to a

Beats watching the squirrels whilst having my bran flakes and milk with sliced banana first thing.

*escapes from the beating to the alley and starts =====~~~*