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

And yet she walks no more this realm of words. Where now doth she dwell?

if only we knew Oh nighthoover

how could I identify her if I saw her in the street?, or met her in a pub?

they don't know

If she posted so much, she must have left a few hints...

nighthoover didn't really post much... two posts I think... back at the beginning of this thread you can recognise nighthoover, because they are nighthoover

You still havn't given me the conditions of the prophesy

Alas, no single prophesy exists. The full extent of the teachings and promises exist in the matrix of the total content of posts. Such posts as:

*The majority of the relevant button to alert our mother like licorice! No! Say! No! Say! What a poodle and Thing Two! Just look at all. The BBC is fun to alert our mother like this trick, who are everywhere. The majority of content on h2g2 is not one little bit! And when tweetle beetles battle. One and the event that Goo-Goose, please click on the wondrous-smelling stacks on a shame! For birthday lunch, who are theirs and unless specifically stated are not like pickled limburger cheese?*

Taken in context with others are the basis of our beliefs and hopes.
<zen<

I think I understand part of the wholesome Truth. I submit my Hankey for the wisdom of the jar of Hermies. I feel enlightenment *Ouch*

Another struck with enlightenment! Prays Nighthoover!

Everybody say YEAH!

all praise the true ruler of the small space at the back of pieces of furniture, created as a result of the skirting board being proud of the wall by half an inch, therefore having the consequence of preventing furniture, such as wall units, from sitting flush with the wall

As it is, so shall it be.

Oh when shall the prophet reveal themselves to us and guide us to the true path of nighthooverable and nighthooverly ways

May the ship be bought home, the floors hoovered clean by night and the scirting boards be hammered true!

Let it be so

Let it be so

And yea tho the Wayne Scotting bee befilthed and the dustbunnies do creepeth around behind the sofa, nighthoover's will be Dunne. For do not ask hoo is it. Lettuce go then you and aye, as the evening is spread against the skye and nighthoover lets out a sigh and we check in the closet... alas know nighthoover is there. the nighthoover that can be seen is not the true nighthoover.

and that is so right and nighthooverable

One Night the holy hoover of the afforesaid time of day shallt return and dispell all doupt from the feet of thoes that wish for the marathon to be over, the great decathalon to come to its conclusion and nighthoover, she that fired the pistol of rigeousness into the great maw of the unknow shalt wave the flag of the happy beaver and the crowd shalt RAW

Its so so beautiful