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

::scribbles on clipboard::

Very nice

Which of these tastes better? Sample A or sample B?

You need a name, why ask me?



Oh its not "I need a name, badge"

Its "I need an namebadge"

Simple, peice of string and two chicken leags tied to it slung around the neck in the style of a seventies medallion if you wrap them in silver foil and they double as a handy snack in emergencies or long cues for the buffet.

badge does'nt need a name della has already given him one.

are you STILL here, logi

guess that means I am too.

Ooh. I am here too.

::scribbling::

Hmm... existentialism increases with lateness... hmmm.

does he really have a notepad...?

Very Nice...

does he really wear glasses?

(These are my "Senses Taker" togs).

No he just pretends.

No body really needs glasses its all a big con by opticians.

It works so well even some of them wear them.

They were "invented" by Marco Polo who nicked the idea from the chinese who got it from the spectacled bear. He took it back to Italy where they used it to fill out the rhyme.

Spectacles
Testicles
Wallet
and Watch (well it rhymes in Italian)

He used the foretune he made to set up his mint making business and made even more money hence the phrase making a spectacle of your self



I need sleep.

I Likee!


(never knew "spectacles, testicles, wallet and watch" rhymed in Italian. Hmmm. )

i was here but then went there got wet got dry now here on my way there be back tommorrow,good fun this ,catch you later.

Oh yes.

They make it all rhyme so the priests can remember it when they've been at the communion vino.

Infact thats the story of Hiphop. It started in the inner city of the Vatican bunch of blokes all done up with jewellery and funny hats, calling each other brother. Dissin' the protestants, and get people in to paint the walls. When you rappers talkin' about the hood their refering to the priesthood.

sex. drink. thats my usual thoughts.

What do I think ??

Well, for starters, it's not something I do too often...I mean, I have to save my braincells for the mass sacrifce...(ie )

Which leads to my main thought:

In 10 hours, and 51 minutes...I will be at the pub....

...8 pints away from 200...

I am thinking: Who is this person scribbling on a clipboard? And, for what diabolical reason do they want to know what I'm thinking?

YOU CAN TAKE MY BRAIN, BUT YOU CANNOT TAKE MY COURAGE!