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

we're all waiting which reminds... me... where's bunnyfrog?

...hops and swims, eats anything the size of a bug if it moves or not and larger things if they hold still, starts singing at nightfall and falls silent if anything moves in its vicinity...

Gets especially excited by flying carrots.

...catches flying carrots with a flick of its prehensile tongue...

we all hop, and some of us hope everyone else, I guess, just is... probably I hope to yet hop and thereby have hoped in hope

Skipping and jumping may also be on the agenda.

I know a man who skips, we think his whife may piroette oops, slightly, err majorly obscure reference to a local skip firm

any sign of nighthoover, BTW?

I make an effort to never have any sort of vacuum in my vicinity.

nature adores a vacuum. - so we don't have too personally, I adore sausages more, TBH

I never sausage a strange analogy

I've become obsessed by sausages, I blame my gym instructor, I think sausages is all he ever seems to eat coincidently we had Italian chicken sausage and mushroom risotto tonight for dinner

I realize that I have led the topic into drifting, for which I am sorry. .

this thread, is entirely drifting... down lifes great river of inconnectiveness to the great hooverer of the night
and I didn't have any sausages today

Was the lack of sausages intentional? Could there have been sausages if they hadn't been hoovered away in the night?

Not ever day can be a sausage day.. sometimes it is a gherkin day, like today and, sometimes, the sausage that can be known is not the sausage that can be known

Ah, such are the complexities of a nighthooverless world.

Knowing your sausages (but not in the Biblical way) is a sign that you understand the ancient sutras.

For there was a pig named sausages in Buddhist lore. Sausages was being fattened for a wedding (he or she was to be the main course), and a child in the family was jealous of the luxurious rice that the pig was eating -- better food than the boy was given. But a wise person said,

"Envy not 'Sausages.'
'Tis deadly food he eats.
Eat your chaff and be content;
Tis the sign of length of life."

I gave my love a sausage
That had no casing

much of the sausage is as unto the sausage as it is unto us, as we are of the universe, so too the universe is of us; and therefore the sausage also as my Grandmother used to say strange woman...

In the other world or dimension that your grandmother has gone to, perhaps she is a sausage now.

we are all sausages in the great sausage caseing of existence