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

I blame 2legs for hunger and tiredness. he should be here and tuck me in by now!

Notepad would like to blame 2legs that Dora the Explorer is no longer available on Netflix. Paperkid and I would like to thank him profusely

I blame 2legs for undecideness whether a "movie and possible dinner afterwards" arrengement with a most charming young lady planned for next week is a date or not.

I blame 2legs for déjà vu.

Sounds like a date, looks like a date, smells like a date; must be .... a date!

I blame 2legs for an insufficiency of olive oil and white bread flour and a consequent par-multigrain loaf of bread, in progress

I blame 2legs fpr 3 hours overtime (so far) and no lunch break. And I wanted to do so many things today.

I blame 2legs for hunger and indecidedness about where to have lunch.

I blame 2legs for me having bizarre dreams which are about entering Middle Earth through the kitchen to a room filled with coal where giant dwarfs are busy extracting coal with their axes.

>> through the kitchen to a room filled with coal where giant dwarfs <<

Not to get all psycho-analytical on ya here but have you been
having eyesight problems later, especially regarding depth
perception? And it seems to be diet related. Try carrots.


~jwf~

I blame 2legs for a near perfect description of my kitchen just appearing randomly in someones dream

I also blame 2legs for the giant pan of food cooking on my cooker.... It was going to be with red split lentils, then it was going to be with tomatos and red split lentils and bulghur... its ended up minus the red split lentils and tomatos, but with a vast amoutn of sausage, onion, mushroom, and garlic, plus bulghur

One out of three ain't bad

I blame 2legs for not putting me to bed, tucking me in and reading me a story.

It's 1 am and I'm wide awake. Not good since I'm supposed to be the responsible adult at w*rk tomorrow morning - or today morning...

A Storey?

Once apon a time, a long long train ride away, in a far off place that wasn't so much here, as it was there, was, apparently, a thing.
This thing was just the kind of thing, that a thing would be, if it was just that kind of thing, as, in fact, it was, exactly that, a dwarve carrying a box of mashed up potatos.
Mashed potatos you might say.
The dwarf took the potatos, on a long ride, down a hill, and then threw them at the telegraph pole, knocking over a passing chinchilla, who, in turn, turned, and on dropping their tiara, shoutited at the dwarf, who ran away, leaving behind teh mashed potato, and the box that did once contain them.
The chinchilla, unpreturbed by this, picked up the tiara, and went on its way, forgettign all about the mashed potato, until one day a giant mashed potato creature emerged, right by the telegraph pole, and was duely elected mair of the city.
All lived happily ever after, the end.

I blame 2legs for stupid storeys

so did the Mashed Potato Creature go by the name Virg Bernero?
(local humor)

Sadly, it would seem, consulting the origional, and quite possibly only version of the storey, as it exists, in my crumbled and warmped mind, does not appear to divulge whether, or what, the name of the mashed potato mare, was, or, of course, indeed, is
Actually... I feel, perhaps, that it is left, suitably vague, in order that the reader, can be made to feel more 'part' of the storey, by being able to insert th ename of any local political type, they like, into the persona of the mashed potato person...

I blame 2legs for the evil maturations of the dwarves with their boxes of mashed potato and for it being late, and my being really tired, and quite possibly getting towards the stage where reality and unreality are slightly more indisginguishable than perhaps somethings they otterwise seem to seem
I blame 2legs for sleepyness...

so, did my storey send you to sleep?

I blame 2legs for grotty cold wet weather and for this meaning I c can't decide what food to buy, for eating over the next couple of days... calender says its summer, the prevailing weather conditions say otherwise, and my body says I want soup and stew, despite it being the time of year I should be fully into salad mode

having a storey put on you often does more than send you to sleep

story story story I blaime tooleegs 4 mi badd spelin innit

I blame 2legs for his bad spelling being so logical that I sometimes yearn to copy it.

I, too, want to talk about musitions who eat sesamy seeds and tell storeys.