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

happy february... er, i guess that is a contradiction in terms?

Nope, February is cool, er... even ...

I wonder if Pandora and her organization of tarts will throw a proper Valentine's Day soiree..

I in hate ... I wish I lived in Tahiti -- I hear it's quite nice over there this time of year.



*quaff*

Mmmmm... Tahiti...

Someone talking about my chest again?!?

Lady-H, everyday is full of when you're a Tart.

Myst, why'd you tell Thog you haven't been up to much?!?
I might take that personally! But I won't. Why don't you tell us a poem? ...*hurries to make a pot of Earl Grey...*

...*strolls over to Thog...hands him her smoke...*Ole' man, stand still for a sec, this might just put you in a better mood!...*pulls piece of the lattice splinter from Thog's rear...*...*ducks as he swings his MOD Whopperas a reflex to pain...misses by a hair...*Now,
if I were you, which I ain't, I'd be looking for another er, somethin' somethin' ta' cover your er, manly parts. Seems you left a bit of cloth in the wall. Someone should have told you! Or
not.

Heh... Sorry.

I'm all out of muse-inspiration, but maybel later on the poetry...

Well, THIS muse can wait.

I've consulted with one of mt *head* Tarts and it's ixnay on the soiree. You see, a soiree is an afternoon affair. Most
b.a.t.s don't even get out of bed 'til the crack of noon. Then there's all that preening and stuff...we couldn't possibly have and afternoon party. So, what about a Valentine's Day Dance right here in the Pub?!?!
I'll be in charge of decorations and whoopee cushions.

* to find a proper outfit*

So, since it'll be valentine's day, will the dance of choice be the old bump and grind?

I have something red and sparkly. But if my cold goes away, it should be back to normal before then.

::looks down::




Ah, it, Pan, I guess it's back to being Thog the /un/loinclothed one again...

As for the V-Day happenings, might I suggest more skimpy red clingly sparkly things and less whoopie cushions? Unless you meant the cushions on which to make whoopie, in which case , otherwise, well... how do I say this... loud extravagant wind-passing, whether real or not, are simply /not/ the most alluring sounds to be heard on a sexful night such as v-day... might want to rethink your logic there, darlin


But, then, I guess I'm not the one to be talkin...

I thought whoopie chusions WERE for making whoopie.
Now I'm all confuse-a-lated. Again.

Thog, this WILL be a formal affair. So, at least wear a condom!

...*posts notice...and wirtes in marker on foreheads of all er, sleeping Pub goers...reminding them to PASS IT ON ...*

FORMAL DANCE 2-10 TO 2-14
::::HERE AT THE PUB:::::
::

"Mmmm! I'll have to dig out my red towel for the party."

Really? I'm not planning on wearing anything.

*returns wrapped in pink and black silk*

*Goes hunting for his crimson overcoat.*

But until then, jeans and a t- shirt I think.

And what says your t-shirt, o master?

"NIRVANA"

I like them a lot.

I think I could like *it* as they describe it...