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

who are you? who are you? who are you? who are you? who are you? who are you? who are you? who are you? who are you? who are you? who are you? who are you? who are you? who are you? who are you? who are you? who are you? who are you? who are you? who are you? beat it shlow-moe


(tee hee haa haa haa haa)

I was beginning to despair, to be quite honest, until I saw your excellent contribution, trhm. I hope other posters take note. It's comforting to know that the future of h2g2 lies in the hands of those like you.

It would seem your moniker seems to describe nothing for your wit is neither icy nor hot, indeed its just tepid enough to comfort my wounded ego.


(and please just himura )

Foreign Sarcasm. Nice.

i dont get you doctor, and it doesnt add up at all but i suppose if i had the wit of a wounded moose like your good self i wouldnt be very good at all now would i?


( i dont even know what sarcasm is)

I keep having to remind myself that your postings are sarcasm, Himura. For a brief moment I thought you were genuinely unhappy.

what? sorry i didnt realise you were posting icy, i thought it was just a fly...flying in an intricate pattern over my monitor forming...coherent..if uninteresting sentences.


(arrrrr)

Zen Sarcasm. Nice.

Very evocative, Himura. Is that one of your own, or is it Eric Cantona?

No, I believe that'd be roadkill...

well well well tepid north and the not so foxy dragon your sarcastic comments will not work on me for i...am above such a low form of humour.


(sorry we can still be friends )

Oh...and what would that be, amoebic dysentry or weils disease?

actually i suffer from nonchalant-ititis, sorry no good i just cant suffer this so called sarcasm any longer

You must be American then.........

nope why do you ask (i can be botherd to end this post with ne acttual wit so ill jus say like, as if y know so that every post still has sarcasm in it dont wanna break an almost perfect chain now do i?)

Nah...I'm British...unfortunately...

British, eh? So that will be you on the Charter flight, stuffed donkey under one arm, beer and vomit stained England team vest and knotted hankie on, sunburnt to death, singing "Eh Viva Espania" with a bemused bottle blonde binge drinking bint called "Chardonnay" with a fag in her mouth in a micro mini tottering on 9" heels on the other arm?

Refined, suave and international travellers, us Brits.

don't you mean English

Don't you mean Essex?

Come to think of it, don't you mean Basildon?

exactly