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

It'd save a bit of time, I suppose.

I'm now watching Justin Not Funny Lee Collins trying to reunite the A-Team. I really didn't mean to It's quite a contrast.

I hate him almost as much as Alan Carr.

I think I watched a bit of that where he couldn't get in touch with Mr T.

I'm watching some Japanese film. But I'm not really watching, so it's not making any sense whatsoever.

I'm starting to get an itchy flicky finger *twitch*

Yes! It's like a TV executive showed a committee a picture of Bill Bailey and said "We want a really really cheap and not funny one of those"

Hmm. I usually think of him as an overexcited smelly mutt, but your wording works too.

Got Carr's voice going around in my head now. It's like a tribe of Oompa Loompas scratching a blackboard.



It's sleepy time.

Night night.

Night night

If only it were possible to sew toe socks at the end of the Clangers duvet - toasty

*lickylicky*

Delish!

Who did that then? Where's that diamonique flip flop come from?

he he he... wait till she finds the Hendo's I sprinkled on the mousemat

Oh my... I wonder what happened to my other diamonique flipflop? *returns to scrubbing floors as Gerald's ugly stepsisters have demanded*

You didn't?

I threw it away. It was going all upturny round the edges. Didn't realise it was cos it had spooshes of relish on it, thought it was trying to get closer to the pritt.

But you can't scrub the floors all night. Look!

*sandwich carriage pulls onto Trin's road*

A sandriage! With a flant coachman and pulled by four white hedgehogs with little tiaras

But I have nothing to wear

*pop* *coo!*

Ger... Pigeony Godmother!

*wandwave*

*pop*

Dungarees?

Oi

*poke*

Where are you?

I made some 'wiches for *gulp* supper

I'm here!

*points*

*moves to the part of thread pointed at*

See?

Just there.

Need some sort of net...

Yes! Go do the ping pong table thing again.

Dur dur duh duh

*ping pung ping pung ping pung ping pung ping pung ping pung ping pung ping pung ping pung ping pung ping pung ping pung ping pung ping pung*

Different flavour today... hmmmm: grated cheese, some cucumber flakes, breadcrumbs, spacedust... pritt. There - very healthy!

*pung ping pung ping pung ping pung ping pung ping pung ping pung ping pung ping pung ping pung ping pung ping pung ping pung ping pung ping*

I'm going back right now!



Thank you!

Still be there tomorrow, you know.

Unless the monsters come out of the office cupboards and indulge in some monstrous keyboard lickying

No monsters in them cupboards. There was a *huge* bringsweetiestowork day this week and they're bursting full of goodies still.

Oo! *thinks about ping punging back for a bag o' sweeties*

Thief!

Oh ... already knew that.

Just remembered a scary thing from littleness. Did you ever play that game Atmosphere that had a video with it?

There was a scary bald man who said that the youngest player should come closer to the screen. I went closer, and he told me to come closer still. Over and over again he said it 'til I was right against the screen.

Can't remember what happened after that.

Must have blocked it out. He was scary though.

(That was a rubbish scary story. Here's a better one: Freddie Krueger used to live under the floorboards at the bottom of the stairs).