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

Oh go on then! You've twisted my arm! Mine's a please...

*Removes several tribbles from a patch on the ground and sits down*

*Extracates from the barfridge for Gwennie and finds a suitably warm for herself.*

How come we never actually catch these 's reproducing then? It must be extremely fast and not a lot of fun being a I think!

shazz

That sounds just like an ex - h. of mine!

*Fixes self a nice large and picks of a pink fluffy and gives it a *

I haven't smelt anything like that since Kuma was last here...

*removes peg, clips it to his beer, just in case*

*Removes Linus's peg from his and used it to tie her hair in a bun*

Mari! Are you being bitchy girl? Tsk! Tsk!

I recently had to take Monty, a feral tom cat to the vet who had set up home in our garden shed to the vet and it turned out that he had one testicle that hadn't yet "dropped" so the vet had to open him up to complete the neutering operation.

On his return from the vet John said that he was no longer "The full Monty". Apparently, he'd been waiting days to say that. We have to take Monty back to the vet this Wednesday to have his stitches removed and I wish the vet luck as Monty is pretty wild. Well, wouldn't you be if you'd had just been disconknackerated?

The reason for my digression is that Monty is huge, multi-coloured and fluffy and legs apart (or not in his case as it is probably painful) could easily be mistaken for a tribble. I wonder whether tribbles can have their reproductive organs removed, like Monty's were?

*Notices that her male companions have stopped drinking and are rather pale of complexion*

I say chaps! Are you alright? *Feigned concern*

*cough*... *CHOKE!!!* .... *gag*

That.... *wheeze*... has to be THE most horrid *ackpth*... story I have ever had the extreme displeasure of hearing...

::feeling a bit faint, Thog swiftly sits down, unfortunately failing to clear the ground of tribbles first...::

HEY! These things are actually kinda comfortable!!!

THOG!!!!!

Are you a fan of Bill the Cat???!!!!



ME TOO!!!!!

*Contemplates the feasibility of using a tribble as a pull-through cleaner for a grenade launcher .....*

*Also contemplates uses for tribbles*

I just have to see a man about a cat...

*Wanders off to see how well tribbles pad a bra out and whether they'd be more comfortable than her current padding of toilet paper*

*Gives Gwennie an 'old-fashioned' look when she see her re-emerge with her boobs dancing about like two jellies on a plate.*

I think that you have a small animal or bird problem there Gwennie... you haven't got a pair of blue tits nesting by any chance?

shazz

:: LOL IRL which is bad because I'm at work and now everybody's looking at me all ::


, that was good, shazz!!

Mari - rae, I am indeed a Bill the Cat fan -- actually a Bloom County fan in general -- frankly, I think it is still one of the best comic strips ever made -- right up there with Get Fuzzy, Garfield, and Calvin and Hobbes

Kes, I think you should try it -- personally, I'm thinking of just cutting right through that middle step and developing a tribble - launcher

*Grins broadly as her boobs start to purr in unison*

i didn't touch them i swear

*still trying to work out why there is a vet living in gwennies shed, figures he is probably not there by choice*

I don't know, but for some reason I have the impression that tribbles bite occasionally...

*Picks up a tribble and begins polishing his sword and armour with it*

*Yikes*

No one mentioned that tribbles bite!

*Panic stricken, Gwennie pulls the neck of her sweatshirt and peers down at the still purring tribbles*

Well they look pretty harmless from here and I just hope that they don't start breeding or I'll have to go back to using loo paper as padding.

Linus, the vet in my shed is the tall, handsome Aussie vet that is on an exchange visit or something to our local practice. Mari already knows all about him and opinions about him from a recent Email!

My hubby John is under the impression that I'm only feeding the cats when I visit the shed, so shush already!

*Examines his sword, which now is very shiny beneath the coating of blue flames, enough that the light glints off it just like that--ting!*

I thought I'd never get all that blood off. Towels just don't work well for some things...or rather they work well, but tend to be permanently stained red and green and all the other colours of blood that my blad has spilled...

*Chucks a rather singed tribble over his shoulder*

anyone? I think it's been at least two postings since my last one...

At this hour of the day Vid me old fruit?

*Hurriedly finishes her and rushes to switch the radio on to catch the Today programme*

Oh go on then! Mine's a and don't go easy on the vodka that man!

*Mixes Gwennie a nice large , and one for herself too.*

*Takes a swig of his and sets it on the back (I think that's the back...) of a tribble*

::Pours a and a and absently uses a tribble tail to stir the ... holds a cigarette against Vidmaster's sword to light it::

::eyes Gwennie's purring breasts appreciatively::