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

...Thank you, oh Egon, my loyal subject....but I fear that, now my secret identity has been discovered, I may have to kill you....

My name is Michael Caine, and I am a nosy neighbour

*dies*

and I have just seen Osama Bin Laden and Barbara Bush running naked in my next door neighbours garden singing " your the one that I want " from the musical Grease...

not a lot of people will believe that...

but it's true I tell you

....I have a dead Ghostbuster in my office!

yes, it's me.

I can see dead people (typing!)

I'm pressing my lips against the screen trying to kiss you on your Fangita...

you smell like butter

I'm not actually here...my spirit has learned how to work the circuits in the computer....

my lips are inside you now....

you taste lovely

Mama, I just killed a man.

I *am* a boy named Sue.

How do you do?

I also shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die.

tanzen-

*shocked expresiion*

*points*

YOU'RE THE THAT NAMED ME SUE!!!!!!!!

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*shocked expresiion*

*points*

YOU'RE THE THAT NAMED ME SUE!!!!!!!!

(Are we showing our age, Egon)?

When I hear that whistle blowin', I hang my head and cry....

well I'm only 21, I've just got a thing for johnnY cash


(and, in a bout 10 hours, a lecture on the history of Country music. Yee, and might I venture, Hah)

*You're just a baby....I'm 23!!*

Anyway, yes...I am Patsy Cline...and I had a love child with Johnny Cash....we called him Sue....

and I,as I said *am* that boy named Sue, so patsy, aka Mum, dammit, I've forgotten what i was going to say now. Oh well, i may as well post anyway. I mean, it's not as if my posts make any sense otehrwise- I managed to liken BBc policy about discussion of Iraq to the availabilty of clam chopwder in restaurants earlier, so it's probably better all round if I *don't* post what i was intending to, and just ramble on incoherently like this for a while. How many people do you think are stil reading by this point? I bet it's not many, that's a downside of this kind of post, the rambling, incoherent kind, people just don't pay attention to them, and then my mind wanders off in different directions bearing little compoarison to the original banana flibble grifklin jones the third so it's said running through my head, running through my head, "i love you honey, i love your money but most of all I love your automobile" here i am, brain the size of a planet, and I'm quoting country music lyrics, it's kind of side realy, isn't it, you'd think a second year university student would have far more pressing and important things to do. W ell, in actual fact, I *do* have far more pressing and important things to do, I'm just not doing them. Ooh, nice handbag.