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

- Where does she hail from?
- Alaska
- Thanks, I'll wait here for her answer

- Where do you hail from?
- Juneau
- No I don't

My wife's gone to Indonesia.

Djakarta?

No, she flew British Airways.

Is there a turnip ahead?
I've never bean this way!
I gotta pea!
Lettuce please slow down!
I don't carrot all!

Knock, knock.
Who is there?
Lettuce.
Lettuce who?
Lettuce in its cold out here.

I don't always turnip at parties
But when I do I'm the radish guy there

Lettuce turnip the beet

'Chad' and I got 'Hungary' so we ate 'Turkey'. I had some 'Chile' too, eat it fast, although I don't want be hasty and 'Russia'.
Chad said 'Urugay' just because you like to 'Sweden' your coffee, so I had to 'Czech' his head.

Well, if Chad and you got Hungary, and decided to eat some Turkey, you should have dipped it in a bit of Greece, and it might have been more satisfying.

Iran for miles to eat Chile on China, but they wouldn't take a Czech. Chad is my Nigeria, so we had Togo somewhere for Seoul food. "Ghana get some good grub. Benin there before! Oh Malawi," Kenya dig it

He worked in an optometrist's office in Wareham.

The phone rang.

"Wareham Eye," he said.

"If you don't know, how am I supposed to know?" said the person on the other end.

Jamaica ? no she went on her own accord

I am live in the town of Potter Street and after a long day pottering around in the garden. Some evenings I look over my collection of Harry Potter memorabilia and other evenings I attend pottery classes.

The villagers took part in the steeple chase through the streets of the village of Steeple.

I did not know where to find shops that specialised in home-ware when I came to Ware in Hertfordshire to do my shopping.

I have my eyes on a eye-derdown (eiderdown) quilt which I have saw in a shop that is a sight for sore eyes.

The optician all found them-self in the eye of a storm and in twinkling of an eye, she was transported from her place of work to her home.

The witches' banquet was catered by I. F. Newt.

I wasi n the Hartebeests' graveyard and saw a familiar skull. I picked it up, saying, "Alas, Poor Yorick, I gnu him."

I've joined a vegetable orchestra I play the tuber

the crews always drunk, because the captain runs a tight ship