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

Its nearly 2 Am here.... and after my adventerous day with the washing machine, I am still drying jeans.... from the rediculus to the submarine.... earlier it was ferrits (with or without waxing or balness), transexual chinchillas, dancing dwarves and bondage ponies on the lawn for cucumber sandwichs and cocktails with the salvation brass band playing the greatest hits of Elvis Costello, and then its all leaky drums, sneaky bums, and wet jeans....

Its strange... I never imagined my life would turn out like this; I always imagined they'd be more jam... a lot more jam... and cucumber sandwichs, naturally...

ACtually I may go check the drying of the jeans (like the changing of the guards, only slightly larger hats, and less salt), and think about bed... apparently I have a slow cooker and a very* very* slow plummer to expect in the morning.... and probably some more stuff to do with ucumber sandwichs and washing machine filters...

Did I mention my legs both have names now? not even my fault.... tumble dryer... jeans.... changing of the guard... cucumber sandwichs.... then maybe bed