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

I hate dentists as well although mine is a great man who always has me in stitches. But on my last visit he took an impression of my teeth because I've got to wear a tooth guard at night to protect them because of all my teeth grinding.

Whoops, I blame 2legs.

I blame 2legs because it is pouring with rain here, so I have really to stay at home not go for a walk or something. And my neighbour has a workman who is knocking holes in her walls.

I blame 2legs because even though I look after my teeth and don't eat a lot of sweets I still end up with cavities and fillings.

I blame 2legs for leaving that there.

I blame 2legs for my having to 'go outside' in a moment...

I blame 2legs in a sort of vague general way.

I blame 2legs that sorting receipts (which had been stored according to month) into spending categories took over 2 hours, and that it's late enough that I need to find some way to segregate them, because it's too late to start adding

I also blame him that 37 is evidently too old to sit on the floor for over 2 hours.

I further blame him that a leg which is asleep doesn't work so well if you try to have it be the main load bearing leg when rising from a cross-legged position.

But at least I didn't spill any receipts.

I blame 2legs in an excessively vague way

I blame 2legs.

I may or may not blame 2legs for the vaguenss of my previous post.

I blame 2legs for tropical type storms which make the sea into some sort of thrashing inferno, and the monsoon type rains lashing onto my glass roof. The enormously powerful gusty winds shaking my doors and windows, and I have to _go_outside_

I don't want to get blown away

I blame 2legs for the fact that my Christmas rum soaked fruit cake is almost gone. Even tho I poured a lot more rum on it.

I blame 2legs for the burden of blame and the lame larma laying on the larva, in jarva, wearing a balaclarva and eating paclarva, whilst ignoring a nearby palarva about a cotton magpie encruseted crocheted tea pot cosy.

"the lame larma laying on the larva, in jarva, wearing a balaclarva and eating paclarva, whilst ignoring a nearby palarva about a cotton magpie encruseted crocheted tea pot cosy."

They tend to do that.

I blame 2legs for......oh yes, forgetfullness!

What was I doing?

Its just like their fall-back approach to life isn't it... always the same... always the same...

I blame 2legs for Letcherous leaping lords laying languidly like loveys letting ladies lordibably languish their leapyness.

I blame 2legs for the new postman in my street and the ideas he inspires me...

postmen I blame 2legs for firemen really doing it for me but strangely not the filth... Imean police

I also blame 2legs for my sore nipples today as much as I'd like to blame my 'friend' for it, it wouldn't seem right to do so

I blame 2legs for the fact that all we have is boring old gardeners and pensioners. Perhaps I ought to set the fire alarm off and then blame 2legs for it?

Ooo only if you get a web-cam goign so Ican see the firemen when they arrive...
I remember when I was in halls of residence, on the 13th floor and we had a proper* firealarm thing, and there were firemen and firewomen and everything luckily there wans't any real*real*fire, though if there had of been, I think my would probably have put it out on its own
anyhow.... I tried* to persuade one of the firemen to give me a firemans lift all the way down from the 13th floor... but he refused (though I think got the reason why I wanted it )... of course, it might not have helped that I asked this once we'd all gotten outside and onto the groundfloor

I blame 2legs for memories which are distracting and for sore nipples still I also blame 2legs for the slowness that doing things today seems to be I think I'm running out of RAM, and maybe my brain's processer needs upgrading too