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

I deny my want to join such a club,

well, if you should happen to not want to i sort of started one at A638589 but i do know how to use GuideML or anything, so i won't need to enlist anyones help

The Navy, now there's a good plan, or maybe the Army, or perhaps the RAF, always wanted to fly yer know....

Dangerous times though so maybe I won't enlisten to the mad mumblings of my left brainicle....

Now Navy blue, there's a nice colour

It reminded me of a dinner party at Launa's in the summer of 94. It was as i remember not a blue curtain in sight, and yes, the truffles were as good as ever, I liked these dinner parties, although the invite list was somewhat restricted. norma leaned over and made leud suggestions as nomral, Derick was sick in the toilet later on, i knew he would he always did, and the cat went missing.
The cat was eventually found and after a payment of £3000 it was returned by the peoples cat liberation party biscuit people. I didn't go again.

my cat got lost, on the way to the other side of the room, not the most intelligent of felines.

It seems, no matter how hard father tries, that, by the end of the week our feline is going mad for the taste of food to which we have none.

most things my father attempts, he suceeds in. and if he doesn't it is without a doubt somebody else's fault.

THe San Andrea Fault is a Buggrin' big thing that will eventually result in the Islandisation of California.... With any luck...

Hey! I'm *in* California! Of course, I'm in the Central Valley, and the San Andreas Fault is west of here...

So you wouldn' be islandified then?

The high priestess walked over slowely and i can't talk about htat here can i

i'm afraid i have no idea. it all comes down to biscuits really doesn't it?

Speaking of having no idea, I should mention my favourite pub.
My favourite pub is called the "I Don't Know".
You know when it is getting to be time to go out, and you ask someone,
where do you want to go, and they say "I don't know ... what about you?" and you say "I don't know". Well, that's the time to go to the "I don't know" pub.
It is a fine place, with lots of beer and lovely chairs.
The only problem is that the bar man is really frustrated because he can't sell anything.
"What are you having"?
"I don't know...."
"Beer? Whiskey?"
"I don't know"...
Fights would break out if people weren't so unsure about what to do.
The conversation is somewhat static.
Actually, its a rubbish place.
Don't go there.
Go to fat harry's swordfish and lard emporium instead.

It is a little known fact amongst Penguins that bananas are actually remarkably fine Lubricants... This may be due to the fact that I meant to type Lard, but bananas just sort of slipped in there....

Lard is used by Cross channel swimmers to smooth their way through the choppy waters - it also makes for a tasty mid way snack....

I have a lot of respect or cross channel swimmers, they must have a lot of determination. When I go accross the cannel I generally go by boat.
It would be really great to buy a boat and travel the world.

She said "surely the poorly cannot truely adress the correct title of a situeation for which they are included?"
I didn't reply.

"Eye, Eye" said the captain as he ate his Lunch with the Arab Prince of Persia... Who relpied "No, actually its complete Balls...."

"complete balls", the long awaited back catalogue of the sleep pussy sleep dayglow at six, was announced and pronounced as quite possibily being the least unimpressive musical outpouring of the newly formed wahwahahahahahahahahah doggy gona get you, record label, an inside source reported last week.

Ah, as Danny Mirror didn't sing, "I remember Harry Belafonte"

Dayglo, dayglo
Fake tanned clowns really should stay home
Dayglo, dayglo
Fake tanned clowns really should stay home

Slappin' on orangeskin all day long
Fake tanned clowns really should stay home
One steak, two streak, three streaks more
Fake tanned clowns really should stay home