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

Try this:

http://www.bbc.co.uk/dna/h2g2/brunel/A7188636



(it was a bit long for posting in a conversation, so it's now got the (dubious ) distinction of being my first entry)

thanks!

been feeling a bit bi-polar rescently... so thanks for that. feeling slightly better at the moment though! i suppose give it a few days and i'll be in tears again but for the moment

Tootsie Chickendoodle

Count! Still waiting for the punchline, and feeling thicker by the minute.


Great morning laughs (just caught up on the backlog)

What are you talking about ? Something wayyy back in the blog ?

Q. What's white and streaks across the sky?


A. The coming of the Lord!

B'Elana is you click on the This is a reply to this posting button on my post, it'll take you to Count's post which was at the end of the previous page.

at "Coming of the lord" joke; reminds me of the Linda Lovelace one, but probably nobody remembers Linda Lovelace or her sole claim to fame...It's maybe best reserved for the willy thread anyway; as is the "bonus" joke!

zdt*aka* Dorfus Snicklelips

Kea, thanks for the info - I had forgotten about the joke

No punchline

Alright Badmoodbat... you asked for it, remember that.



Ok.. so this string walks into a bar. He's had a hard week and just wants to sit down for a couple of pints. He asks the bartender for a beer but the bartender refuses stating that they don't serve strings in that bar.

The string walks out dejected and sits on the curb, head in hand (Ok, use your imagination, I know he doesn't have a head or a hand, he's a string!). Just then a priest walks by [do a Father Ted impersonation]. "Ah, son, you look a bit sad. What seems to be the problem?"

"Well, Father," replies the string, "The bartender in there seems to have something against strings, he won't even serve me a pint!"

"Oh, that is bad... Well, is there anyting I can do to help yeh?"

The string thinks about this for a moment and has a brainwave.
"Why, yes there is, Father! You can tie me in a knot!"
"YOU WANT ME TO DO WHAT?!"
"Just tie me in a knot, I promise to be by the church on Sunday if you'll do me this favour."

Reluctantly the priest honours the request and ties the string in a knot. He then politely asks, "Will there be anyting else you'll be needin' then?"

"Well, yes there is Father, could you take one end of me and tear it apart a bit?"

"YOU WANT ME TO DO WHAT?"
"Just tear one end of me apart a little bit. I promise I'll be to church on Sunday and I'll sit on the first pew and I'll be the loudest voice during the hymns and I'll be the first to tithe and everything if you'll just do me this favour."

So, the priest obliges and the string thanks him again and walks back into the pub.

He sits at the bar and slams his fist down and shouts, "BARTENDER, GIVE ME A BEER!"

The bartender walks over and asks, "Aren't you the same string that walked in here not five minutes ago?"

The string proudly replies, ....



"NO! I'm a frayed knot!"