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

I am so rarely effeciently inclined to postulate that which can be deserned as real whilst so rarely deserned as to be that which it is normally in respect of its level, and my level, of "normal" in light of events eternal postumus.

...really starting to worry about 2legs now

I am so seemingly affected in what some would regard as a delatarious way by certain spices, as can be exccemplified by the chilli sauce on my kebab the other day, and the spiceness of my Madras, and bombay potato this evening, which have combined, and caloded to result in a force of inexplicible and ineffecient something a rudder for hourse fly men fishing bayfully upwards to power force declining to fallen tree brick man, cradling air inwardly for love and hatred of that which was thought to be not of such a position as to preclude events marsh-like in warbling and jabbering medium sized stones and pebbles of courlours various

I am so...calling for those nice young men in their clean white coats!

I am so sorry to announce that I indeed have my very own clean white coat. It is hanging up in the cupboard under teh top stairs, where is lives, with a fleece coat, the hoover, the store (now depleted to zero), of redwine and champaign, and tool boxes, and various other things, some of which are potentially capible of resulting in the deaths of half hte western world, whilst leaving the other half perminatly crippled, strange things, growing and oozing, moving and standing still, with no feet, nor legs to walk on moving ever onwards to that point at which their very existance ceases to nbever have been because of their intrinsinsic lack of reality and existance.

...happy to see those nice young men in their clean white coats, and they're coming to take me away, hah-haaaaah!!!

I am so SCARED!
The last time the men, the horrible, eveil nasty men, in their white coats came for me, they made me wear this strange jacket that stopped me moving my arms or legs I was gagged, and pumped full of drugs (and not the normal one's I'd have chosen, given a choice), they forced me to crawl, against my will, over the Humber bridge, and hum the theme tune from the A team, I was not given any pasta or salid for a whole day and a half! and then they tied my hair into platts, and refused to let me make my one phone call, to the kebab shop they tortured me by playing a constantly looped tape of the spce girls <yikes. and pretended to be marshmellows, which confussed me maybe if I put on my faulse moustache they won't recognise me <run. ohno ohno ho no nononononono her ethey

I am so...sorry to hear that 2legs *offers you a very large *

I am so gratful for the I am so ohnest though, that I will add that the above post was pure fiction I am so hip I have truble seeing over my pelvis

confused.

I'm so confussed at your confussion

...not surprised you're confused.

...confused of your supprize at my origional confusion in relation to confusion

...confused.

....supprized at your confusion over my confusion of your supprize at my origional confusion in relation to confusion

rather bewildered.

...happy, having read a bit of the backlog, that I'm not the only one who remembers that song


AND


...surprised at your surprise at my confusion over your confusion of my surprise...

...not gay.

...happy for you

not the central support column of a bridge over the M3 motorway.