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

Any way my brother Marmaduke Mcmanarse was after a small shoe of dell because it could return his groove and save the youth centre from being condemned. To do this he needed to destroy the only closet in Britain as every one else owned cupboards. It was in a small town called Jackbackvill where we set our play two lovers destined to be apart due to there incompatibility One was a dog with long black hair and a wagging tail and the other was a spider with long black legs. As soon as the dog saw the spider he ran over to kiss her and ended up eating her. It’s a sad story but that’s the way things work out some times. Travelling to the carnival they found a finger this was a strange find as you don’t find many fingers on the street. They decided to take the finger to Bob and on the way the finger said you must take me back to where you found me for I am not a finger but a poo. They then proceeded to drop the poo and ran to the nearest watering hole to wash away the stench. The cow then ran over a car and proclaimed I am a sheep hear my baa, baa, baa, baa. Suddenly a farmer landed in a black helicopter and said come here you daft sheep and they left together in the sun set. Thomas the Tank rolled around the corner and started pounding the shit out of all the buildings and cars then my brother ran away. While they were running they found some sauce not normal sauce but a great flavour that tastes good on everything. It was so good it made you screw your face up. Dodecahedron lord of all shapes as Gandolf the White would say. I’m loosing the point my brother has a cat called Gerald McFlange who licks bricks.

How absolutely splendid! The story of the finger confirms your unfailing dedication to the One True Bob. Thou taketh not thy finger to any other but The One True Bob for thou shalt not worship any other Bob. And if thy finger in fact be a poo, thou shalt not not trouble the Almighty One with it, but thou shalt wash thy hands of it. Thy hands are what thou shalt wash. Not thy toes or thy scapulae or thy left nostril, or thy neighbour's ox, or thy neighbour's wife. Thy hands. And Bob shall pop up to thee and say "Yay for thee, for verily thou art worthy of much that is yay!"

And there will be much rejoicing.

TF-P

Indeed
As my cat is not a cat but a fish ball of truth and no hope. In the pool of jiz and smurf love. In the house of carpet a bass fell on the fire and started swimming to Pluto. This is a magic bass called Trevor the Polite. He is the lord of all that is postit hazar

In the cave there lurked a small, baffled young man named Hubert the Inept. He had twenty seven pet beetles, all of which were named Bob. "Bob!" exclaimed Hubert, one extraordinarily purple Tuesday, and each and every beetle fell off the wall and bowed down and worshipped him. "Tuesday is the sabbath, and on the sabbath thou shalt go forth and poke fun at the elk"... and so they went forth along the tropical beach and there found the Holy Elk.

"Silly billy!" shouted Bob
"Are you a beetle? Do you want to be my friend?"
"Nooooooooooooooooooo, silly!" replied Bob, "I'm Bob"

And with that a gaggle of worshippers of the One True Bob came skittering gleefully past and threw bread rolls at Hubert the Inept for his blatant act of blasphemy

is the school of punt every spams dream or is it just a like bike "i don't know" said jaimy the sqush. harriar hazar for a coop of tea two scoops of jam with that. i like cheese and small bikes do you owm a sprocket. i do monday flange and goop is the order of the griffin.
how do do you like 's

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"Nooooooooooooooo, silly billy!" said Hubert
Flurbulistically the elk globbered, and a small pairs of s settled on its antlers.
"Hahahaha" exclaimed Bob, "you know what they say about elk with small pairs of s!!"
Looking rather morose, the elk burbled nonsense and bumbled off over the horizon.

Welcome to the giblet tree of hope and no hope. Bungle in the woods like to poo as well as eat cheese. "Hazar" said the pig dog of Swad. Can a small monkey eat a bigger ox? I don't know the answer does an ox? Is a man a gobblet of the lord pain. Bye