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

I blame 2legs for RH not knowing that pencil sharpeners are actually attracted to the pencil shavings, not the pencils themselves. (you have to force feed them the pencils, see.) Maybe he'd like a jaunty scarf to go with his tophat?

oooo....on a passing glance i noticed he'd taken the pencil and left a little thankyou note.

'i prefer 2b but thanks anyway. Barnaby."

i blame 2legs that i'm all out of 2b pencils and don't want Barnaby to get hungry!

I have a 2b he could have. Does he look peaked at all? He'll eat when he gets hungry enough. (I blame 2legs for Barnaby being hungry.)

I blame 2legs for my mind being like a plastic bag; it eats all the rubbish I feed in through my ears, and I eat kleenex for breckfast wehn and only when there is not a nearby gathering of hobbits dwarves or small furry creatures.
I blame 2legs for work suddnely getting really busy, really exciting, interesting and the realisation that loathing of work only really kicks in when htere isn't much of it to do and I blame 2legs for my potentially having to design and run three differnt sets of testing on projects I'm not familiar with and for also potentially having to take over a small project
I blame 2legs for the firefox flash tabbing problem and for me not being able to decide on ahvinga nap now to try and gain a bit of energy before heading out to ten pin bowling and guinness drinking tonight

I blame 2legs for managing to create topic drift even here...

I blame 2legs that Robyn thinks *anywhere* is immune to topic drift

Topic drift? where?

One day, one glorious day as the birds bristled in the hedgerow, and the catapilers swooped through the branches of the diseased trees, it came to pass. In passing by it did unwhittingly impart to both those of which reference was made, the knowledge of the age old wizzened wizzarndy thing. Unfortunatley it came to pass so quickly that it tore a leaf off one of the trees, and this dislodged a sparrow which was building a teacake on the leaf, and sent both the sparrow and the unfinished teacake, plummiting up towards the phonebox. That was, of course, the way it all happened, you see officer, the glass breaking couldn't have been anything to do with me; just look therein lays the teacake, evidence I think you'll agree of that which I have described to you here, standing as we are, right here, by the scene of which you speak, on this small platform of twig and marzipan.

I blame 2legs.

i see the topic drift, right there, by that stop sign. It was there, said the young girl, where i first saw him. The boy who would one day be my husband. He had eyes as bright blue as the water in the summer. Hair brown as a summer bunny. I never thought that he could betray me as he did...

It was all pies of course. I knew from the moment I stepped across the body laying on the doorstep. Everywehre pies, scattered on the floor, and quite clearly there by design. Forensics were going to have a job on their hands to DNA fingerprint that many pies, but first the place needed to be tidied. They set about removing the body that was in the way of the crime scene, and this itself revealed that the body was carelessly covering up yet more evidence, more pies. Some pies are ment to be and some are not, this was clearly an inside job.

barnaby saw the topic drift a few moments ago, i thought it would steal him away from me but that pencil sharpener has a mean bite!

"fwow him to the fwoor", shouted the octopus who had sharply entwined himself upon a clover the size of a tree. the minnow looked at him confusedly and sighed. it was times like these that minnows dreaded, an octopus in a tree sized clover of a mess was one thing, but for that octopus to have a lisp was another matter. just then the doorbell rang.

I blame 2legs for incoherent masses of text floating by and the resulting .

But most of all I blame 2legs for BBC's habit of crippling programmes before they're exported. After watching two seasons of crippled "Life on Mars" we're now fed a crippled version of "Ashes to Ashes".

Finally - for this time anyway - I blame 2legs for all nut cases thinking Gene Hunt is sexy.

I blame 2legs that I wasn't quick enough to wedge myself in here with a

Gene, that was his name. The maker of his pies, the creator of the sparrow. He was the blue eyed, brown haired bunny boy.

suddenly Gene Hunt appeared and shot stark but menancing glances at everyone and noone! the octopus was so scared that it fell of the clover and died an untimely but quite beautiful little death, before exploding in a plethora of light and sound. the minnow was confused to say the least.

(i blame 2legs for this and the mention of Gene Hunt)

I blame 2legs for my not knowing who gene hunt is

Crippled,distroyed, void of recognizable pieness the sight was beastiality to the eye. Minnow scrutanized the scene with distaste, anyone inpiemaine enough to bestow such dammage apon pies was clearly both a wanton and symultainiously unmoralistic thug of the lowest order.
But the key, the key had to be the key in the door, a clue of such simplicity the key was definatley the key to the case.

the key was a clue alright. but a passing squirrel took a fancy to it and stealed it away to a high unfathomable place in the sky. what should we do 2legs?

I blame 2legs for this calling for a definite use of

Will we get a smiley?; A smiley? a smiley?; I blame 2legs for the not knowning how about or <?>

i blame 2legs for there being no smiley.

I blame 2 Legs for the fact that Socket has done something spirally snappy to his left ankle and has to wear a plaster cast for the next 4 weeks.