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

You is!

Is he really?

Probably!

That would be quite strange...

But of course, on this thread strange seems to be the norm. Or was it Norm that was being strange? Maybe he's a yam too.

I do not know whether I am normal trying to be strange or if I am strange trying to be normal.

With apolgies to Chuang Tse

*shrug* You're probably outsane, like the rest of us. Are you a yam too?

Possibly!

You don't write much do you?

I personally feel we should get back to the topic of this tread. Whatever it was. Besides it's obvious you're not a jam. Ever heard a yam speak / type? No definately not. Maybe some other vegetable. I always found carrots very eloquent. maybe yoy're a carrot. Anyway personally I feel that wallpaper has nothing to do with it. After all everybody likes blue, though personally I prefer red.

no I'm not sane. That wouldn't be fun

Rod

I am not a yam... I'm am a statue of spam!

we are all yams in the eye of the yam observer, and are all not eyes in teh eyees of the something else, which, unlike blue polysterine packing, is not protecting electrical good sardines like in enigmatic warbling dental floos, with teh pony that minds not audent descisions made undertaking most unmeaningul for potato salads, therefore not a yam, nes pas?

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you could be a yam, my friend . Maybe. But definately not a rice-cracker. Pretty sure about that. Anyway, we're all banana's to the Big Hoover anyway. So it doesn't matter that bustickets are significantly different from non bustickets. Except for some that is. Especialy those small plastic bags on my desk, they realy remind me of some famous politician ore something.

So let us pray to the true Hoover

Rod

'and wonder forth fifth and sixth, with a yam on each foot and a yam for your head and a yam for your hands all two of them, you do have two hands you should relaly you know its kinda useuful, and a yam on your firefinger and a yam on your index finger and ayam on each other of the other fingers you have the number of which may vary, colour shon may also vary keep away from strong light and electicity, danger this is an electic yam keep away from water, and fire, and people called Damian and Chris, and don't drop it in the sink please'

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Bunnyfrog m'dear, I follow me nose, it's the best way to get anywhere. And I believe that Teh Mighty One, our prophet nighthoover, shall one day return to us. Is that not enough?

Pirise be sister! For I too believe! I believe! I believe! everyone! exlaime your belief! I believe~~! ni gh th oo ve r! priase be sprily to the most turnipful oh yea n i g h t h o o v e r n i g h t h o o v e r n i g h t h o o v e r nighthoover lives!

Of course. Which is why we must stay here and await his/her return.

And since we're all here anyway, why not go mad?

Yes! Why not?... I'ts a short trip.