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

*leaves a BIG for AW*

Now don't do that again!



*has just realized that she will have to fend for herself at home during Spring break... which means it'll be just like uni normally *

Another for AW....

Maybe we shouldn't have worked so hard to get Lady Scott to join, eh?

AWK

Yeah, aren't you all sorry you worked so hard to get me to join now?

AW

l'm just glad l did'nt have to sing. The worlds a much safer place.

*drifts in*

Waves to all... esp. AW.

peace.

*wanders by*

*Stops in to see AW, sees she's not in, but says hi to everyone else....*

Leaves s for AW and the gang...

*waves to all AW's fans*

AW



I have a date tomorrow & I need to be able to tell you all about it!!!

Well, thank goodness all that mushy stuff is out of the way
I was only here for the bloo...beer.
::Offers GB a fig::

You can't leave!:- I don't think my brian could handle another Nighthoover stay, its weirder

*potters*

Gbabe l'm jealous. Just kidding. Where's the Lady of Hounor. shall we have to kidnap her and if so l'm mounting an expedition to do so. Noticed how many times kid came up without trying or was l. lts a conspiracy l tell you.

Awww shucks. This kind of outpouring of affection is downright embarrassing... but it's much appreciated.

ARGH!!! Like it or not, I'm staying, okay? I've just had a rotten week, but things are rapidly improving... thanks in good part to all of you. Bleh. Everybody is entitled to a rotten week every now and then. It's the law. Article 3, Section 1 of the "Bill of Rights for Humans and Stuff" clearly states that any person who has been on the planet for more than say, a few minutes, is hereby permitted to indulge himself, herself, or itself to a period of time not to exceed seven (7) days (or maybe more) of intensely uncomfortable miserable suffering and paranoia about anything that he, she, it deems important enough to be flipping wanked-out about. This condition is often brought on by: (a) nothing, (b) something unavoidable, (c) something inflicted upon said individual by a vicious scoundrel of malicious intent, (d) something said individual inflicted upon himself, herself, itself, thyself (e) a bad case of cooties*, or (f) forgetting where you put your car keys.

*I'm shocked that cooties aren't a world-wide phenomenon. They are little critters (rather like imaginary lice) that are the bane of an individual's social standing. A person with cooties is roughly equivalent to a leper (possibly worse) and must be avoided at all cost, lest the cooties be transmitted causing the new victim to be way less than cool. That's about it. In America, this is considered a childishly fun way of letting someone know that they're untouchable, or possibly a geek or something.

What does all this have to do with anything? Not a darn thing actually... I was just rambling on.

So... you may ask, what made the washcloth have such a week as this? Oh heck, I don't know... chalk it up to being female. That explains everything.

Thanks again to all my kind friends who helped me through... that means *you*.

(given in order of appearance since the last round of hugs):

tom
Clive
ex-Rambling
Galaxy Babe
Amy+
Parrferris
Amy P
Lady Scott ...(I'm her Evil Twin, by the way.)
Sir EvilRoy
THE KID
Sir T. Theory
Happy Dude
Mistadrong
2legs
eris

I get by with a little help from my friends.

What a list! I don't have the cooties! YAY!



Hey, let's have a party!

:::puts on some good dancing music:::

:::brings out mountains of goodies and drinkables:::

:::dances:::

Maybe you do have them, but so do we. Perhaps we're all in some kind of leper colony...

You're my mom's evil twin?!!!

*Sigh*

She claims she is.... I keep telling her that just makes her your Auntie Washcloth though....