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

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No one word can every time, ever satisfactoryly intimate wholesale and unregardable nature of that which is unto itself a self-referencial word of the spoken truth of rational sembelance, fortunitious and penitious malase spreads even where the I cna't believe its not butter goes and goes for forth and upwards it must, ever taller ever falling, ever passing manafold kitchen countertops made in Spain, and wich which which with each passing lamination of thriley things does its words unto other words pass untenable realities of times yet to pass by in eary steakness and steel toe caps, for unto us was it written that it was and that which it was it clearly was, for was it was not was it does and again those so forth lead inexpertidly towards a rear mounted bike stand.

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OH my God, I think I may believe!
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Resisting is futile, hail the cab that is Nighthoover!
Oh, and can the slanty ones put back the name of our glorious leader on the shrine that is Nighthoover's personal space, maybe not as even the slanty ones are mere mortals compared to Nighthover!

Fear not of those powers of which we can but only briefly understand their manafold power and exertia over us all lettuce spry mhrily so our nighthooover who art we not know where, nighthoover be thi name, or so it was until recently anyhow, thi takeaway come, in brighton as it is in cambridge, give us this day our dailry beer and lead us into temptation, quick. apen

The Italics are...

Oh my Bob: there's a bunch of birds trying to do a Kaiser Chiefs song on telly. I thing I'm going to go postal.

Be that as it may 2legs, so i believe that that once white, but now stained on lower frontage area, jacket with extra long arms and straps, still hangs in your wardrobe.

With this Hoover love and respect that lingers in his/her people, why has the PS of Nighthoover ceased to be, or were those historic words echoed through this thread the only ones know to be in existence

They are the only words the prophet nighthoover left us those two nighthooverly posts on this thread and no others have we found

Blimey, that is power

Indeed for only nighthoover has the real true power

'twas brillig in the the slithy toves...

Lettuce spry

Traveller in Time still searching
"I still think I have seen the other words of the prhofeth somewhere in a lonely thread on an unknown page.

Let us search for his holy words. . "

Beware in our quest for the mighty ones words though, for many a faulse prophet hath taken the name of the nighthooverly one utno their own and faulsly claimed to be the devine one n i g h t h o o v e r n i g h t h t h o o v e r n i g h t h o o o o o o o o o o o v e r

I feel I am ready for the quest to find the hidden words of the Nighthoover. Where did I leave the cucumber of truth and asparagus of justice?

They're in the vegetable box of fate

They could be in the salad crisper. Of destiny?

I found them... They were in the composting bin of doom

Salad crisper? Good god! They'll make any flavour of crisps these days! Must brush teeth to take the taste away!

Crisp onion and raddish
Crisp bacon and spagetti
Crisp bulldog and cherry lipbalm
Crisp celery and dead baby
Crisp bread and lumpty onionmath
Crisp footrot and decaying dear
Crisp lamb and rancid lobster
Crisp beer rancid bere and beer and beer and beer and beer and a whole lot of lofty abnoxious rancid cream donuts with a hallway full of Ian Hislop, and two six packs of half a dozen omlettes with a sprinkle of salt and a dollop of iranium 234

restored be nighthoover