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

Oh, Happy showing up in a skirt reminded me, we never did anything about ER's wardrobe...


Now, I say we get rid of most of this stuff, and get him a couple of nice Tuxedos.... clothes to make the man, you know!

Read the backlog?

are you accusing me of not reading the backlog ER? (even though I have been guilty of not reading all of the backlog in the past)

I want you to know that I have been here faithfully, loyally, unswervingly while you were off running rampant all over
Bob knows where with large fish and priscilla bits!

And here I've been, working day in and day out with Lady Scott, Shea and AW to redecorate your hovel while you were off lazing, drinking and lazing some more!

Well... it's... it's ... outrageous it is! And I won't stand for it I tell ya! No, no, there's no apologizing now - I'm outta here!

(slips a few more doilies under the beer bottles as she leaves, puts a Muppets Babies figurine on the knick-knack shelf in the kitchen, and rewires the doorbell so that it plays Kermit's "It's Not
Easy Being Green" song, then stomps out of the door)

*spits on a hanky and wipes ERs face*

You tell him, Michele! We've all worked tirelessly to whip this place in to something ER can be proud of, something he can really enjoy...

That's the spirit, Unc!

*puts whiney opera music on the stereo*


*uses ER's favorite old t-shirt to wipe up Piddles latest accident*

And then... then (I can barely say it) THEN I'm forced (FORCED I tell you! ) to look at some other girls perky hooters. It's not bad enough that I have to look at them - but they're PERKY FOR BOB'S SAKE! The least she could have done was try to have them look a little more gravity prone for the sake of us middle-aged women. The nerve!

*hotglues ER's most recent case of *full* ale bottles into a lovely lamp in the shape of a seahorse - with a doily as the saddle*

That's gratitude for you!

She was obviously wearing a wonderbra....


Oh, I do like the seahorse! It's always amazing what you can do with a hot glue gun and a few household items!

Michele - I'm terriby sorry for accusing you of not reading the backlog, despite that fact that your post (about 23 hours ago) made it perfectly clear that you had not.

I am also deeply, deeply, deeply sorry for holding that loaded water pistol to your head and forcing you to look at the hooters.



And as for the hooters themselves, well, what more can I say, they are perky, aren't they?.

But I do hope that you have not upset xxx-Rambling by referring to the fan club which she meticulously set up as a "hovel".

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This adds further fuel to the theory that if we women really knew what men were thinking all the time, we would *never* stop slapping them.

*slaps ER repeatedly on the way through*

I beg to differ - I had read the backlog (all of it!) I even reread it twice - once forwards and once backwards looking for that Bob-blasted link, and was just about to hang you by your heels over a hot pit barbeque when I finally found it!

However, you could have been a gentleman and reposted the link so that I wouldn't have had to reread it so many times (I did help create it after all!) You know reading blog gives me hives!

And as for xxx-Rambling... well, it's almost impossible to offend her, and she knows that I love her and respect her work. (She does an awesome job rearranging a golf course! )

And I don't think the hooters OR the fish are real! So there!

*slaps him a few more times for AW as she walks to the kitchen to get a cherry cola*



Oh yeah, and !!!

Watches a Piddles does another number in ER's shoes...

Isn't he just the cutest thing you ever saw?

ER *slap* *slap* *slap* *slap* slap* *slap*

Here, have some ointment.

You're face is little irritated.

Yeah, and *your* face is a little irritated too.

*saunters past the kitchen, where she encounters a livid Michele*

You go girl! *high five*

And what are you thinking right now ER?

Uh-huh I thought so!

*SLAP*

*watches the excitement*



::: meanwhile in the living room, Piddles has found a new chew toy:::


What tape is that Piddles is chewing on?







*moves closer to Piddles, who is very intently chewing up a videotape*




Oh, look it appears to be the *real* copy of Evil Roy Slade...


Well, *I'm* certainly not going to take it from him!

... and this is for a week ago, last Wibble at the beach!

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AW
Michele
Lady Scott

::prepares to be slapped.... again::

If women knew what men were thinking all the time, I think you'd find that, most of the time, we're not thinking at all. Mostly daydreaming. Mainly about hooters. And the times when we are thinking are generally consumed with thinking "What the is she so mad about", which often occurs just after we've been caught ogling hooters.

And, my dearest Michele, if you wanted me to repost the link then what you should have done was said "Hey EvilRoy!! Repost the bloody link, I can't find the damn thing".

It's the age old problem of male/female relationships really. She's thinking "Why the hell doesn't he know what I want" and he's thinking "She'll tell me if she wants something, meanwhile I can just ogle that chicks hooters".



The fish is most definitely real. I helped to land it. As to the hooters....... well, I guess I'll just have to make another trip to Sydney and put in some intensive research.

He does look very intent on chewing it up doesn't he? He's sooooo cute!

How can I stay mad at you ER with logic like that?

*slap*

Oops sorry - that one was just out of habit...