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

It's not such an exciting thing to admit...

I can't imagine your friend's sister telling him though.
I mean can you imagine telling your opposite-sex sibling you had just been having cybersex?

Oh, I don't know. I've known some brother-sisters be pretty close. Especially if you're only cybering for a laugh.

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Creepy...

On H2G2....

Posting into the middle of a thread I knew nothing about, sounding all knowledgeable, when I was responding to a post from the first page (about 25 pages in...)....

::thinks::hmmmm this might have to go into H2G2 addiction too.../::thinks::

That's common. After 10 times it's not even embaressing anymore.

One of my collagues was quite impressed with a female customer's physical assets, which he immediately felt the need to describe to a friend of mine in graphic detail (in VERY GRAPHIC detail).
My friend calmly listened to this for about two minutes, then commented: "I'm happy to hear you like my girl-friend."

I went to a interview the other day, sat there talking to them for 30min ,got back to my car took my suit jacket off, I have never seen that amount of dandruff on one coat befor (and I don't suffer with dandruff which is why I never looked befor I went in) and I STILL got the job

Here's an interesting one...

I'm a juggler, I juggle... and contact juggle, which means I get some neat crystal ball looking things (which are in fact made out of plastic). One day myself and family (er, parents and siblings) were driving to Wales... I was reading an' playing with my contact juggling balls...

Next thing we know, there's an odd smell... hmm, smells like burning... I see small whisps of smoke rising in front of me...

Let this be a lesson to you... anything spherical and made of clear plastic can act like quite a good lense...

My jeans were only smouldering, not actually on fire, but that didn't stop everyone having a good laugh at my expense

Spontaneous combustion?
I've nearly burnt down a Pub, with a little help from my pyromaniac friend.
There were haystacks on the floor, as chairs, and big wood wheels, the kind used to roll plastic hoses around as tables. On that of course, they've put candles.
So me and her, a pair of pyromaniacs, started burning straw with the candles.
One of the owners came over with a glass of beer, and spilled it straight on the fire. The whole thing, of course, went WHOOSH! and a huge flame bursted out of the wheel-table. The idiot, being so embaressed with his own stupidity, wanted to throw us out, but my friend's boyfriernd cleared it with him and promised we'll be good and stop burning the place.

And we didn't. Honest!

"a glass of beer, and spilled it straight on the fire. The whole thing, of course, went WHOOSH! "

That's gotta be a *good* beer!

Hmm, good point, I wouldn't think beer would tend to do that...

A pan galactic gargle blaster would though, or a cosmicpoliton.



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Or a Goldstar

If it was a Black Russian () would it be called a molotov cocktail?

No, it would still be called Goldstar. You have no idea how awful the stuff is!

What IS a Goldstar?

An Israeli white beer.