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

I blame 2legs for the cost of electric floor sanding machines.... and for the time it would take to do it by hand with sandpaper... I also blame 2legs for the lack of a sense of smell and taste I have at the moment

You can usually hire them just for the time you need them, and it shouldn't be *cripplingly* expensive. If that fails you could get a wee electric sander for a few quid and it would still be mucho quicker than doing it manually!

I blame 2legs for my posting here which thus far has not blamed 2legs.

I blame two legs for stubbing by toe. I am surprised to see I ma offering a fun way of sanding the floor, attach the sand paper to your partners buttocks and shoulder blades then have a good sex session on the said floor, problem solved.....

I blame 2legs for my earlier looking up what was the prices on seriously* expensive, majorly commercial big time sanders.... and finding the more domestic use ones a lot cheaper.... plus I think I'll be less dangerous.... to myself at least, with a smaller sander rather than a larger one.... having three bedrooms, landings, and staircases to do, (at least), buying one seems sensible plus the smaller ones will have other uses, by teh look of it; like 'sanding' the walls, up a bit, prior to painting etc and doing other wood work type stuff like building a HiFi unit

I mainly, however, blame 2legs for the pile of lodger's washing up in the kitchen, covering all the worktops, meaning I can't have any dinner..

I blame 2legs for the bug that made me post an announcement.

a ? or a beatle? I blame 2legs for a perfusion of nail files. 50 to be precise.

I blame 2legs for the fact that there is no 'bug' smiley on hootoo.

I blame 2legs for there never being an artist about who can design HooToo smilies, when you need one <?>

I blame 2legs for it nearly being lunchtime, yet I'm still full up with the slice of toast I had for breakfast

I blame 2legs for my confusion following a flurry of text messages. I think my best friend is getting spayed and my dog is getting divorced, but it might be the other way round.

I blame 2legs for laundry, housework, and the lack of reliable documentary evidence on the life of Antinous, and for this cold, which just doesn't seem to entirely leave me

I blame 2legs for my having been oblivious, all my life, to what a rich pun-mine the humble tent is.

I too was previously unaware... Its bought a whole new in-tents-asay to posting

I blame 2legs for a lack of hard drugs, and soft drugs, and even, for that matter, of alcohol, in my vacinity... I must be getting ing old or something
I also blame 2legs for a lack of a 'friend' in teh vacinity, to 'skin one up', or 'score' some
Furthermore I blame 2legs for my inability to decide what to eat, for a late dinner, and supper combined...

Crap. Is that the time? I blame 2legs for phone calls that leave too little time for sleep!

I blame 2legs that getting my pictures just right in my first blog post and then previewing lost me half my text--and of course I hadn't saved it anywhere else

>> previewing lost me half my text--and of course
I hadn't saved it anywhere else..<<

Gone! Gone into the vacuum of cyberspace.
Nighthoovered into the darkness that comes
before the Don.

Gone! Gone forth into the blackhole of the Unsaved.
Nighthoovered into the nothingness that is nothing,
therefore never-gone.

Gone! Gone back into the future from whence comes all
things past. Nighthoovered at last into the never-was
that is never gone.


~jwf~

Actually, as soon as I complained here, my text was back

Aaaaar, it be that scurvy knave 2legs fault that today be talk loike a pirate day, me hearties.

I blame 2legs for French existentialism, black polo necks, and M. Camus driving into trees, and for Bono and milk that's turned.

I blame 2legs for that last post making me want a coffee and a Gauloise.
Quite possibly followed by a pernod.

Lanzababy ( reliving a sixties moment)

"
Gone! Gone into the vacuum of cyberspace.
Nighthoovered into the darkness that comes
before the Don.

Gone! Gone forth into the blackhole of the Unsaved.
Nighthoovered into the nothingness that is nothing,
therefore never-gone.

Gone! Gone back into the future from whence comes all
things past. Nighthoovered at last into the never-was
that is never gone."
How true how ture

I blame 2legs for bread which was meant to be a savory poppy seed and onion loaf, actually turning out to be a really very interesting new discovery, of a kind of sweet 'tea-time' toasted tea-cake style loaf, of onion poppy seed, oragano and honey bread
*makes note to save recipe for later)

I also blame 2legs for the crumbs in the toaster, and for the missing teatowel