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

it's such a shame you forgot your anniversary. that sounds like aperfect excuse for a party . i bet that didn't work. I haven't done smiley's for over a year.

Now, if everyone else turns up, we'll get the food out, put Elastica on the Hifi, turn up to 11, and then we're Ready to Go. Ccheers> .

Incidently, do remember when Saffron had sort of a dark bob with a red edge to the front of it. I'll swear she stole the idea from a character in Blake's 7. (before your time unless you've seen it on UK GOld)

I'll start inviting people but before they turn up I'll add a note that the band you're thinking of is actually Republica and not really Elastica...
*puts hifi and hears the loud, stolen riff of Connection...*
*sings along out loud*
RIDING on ANY WAVE, THAT is the LUCK WE CRAVE......
Here, have a

*pours over Lisa*

Ooops!

(hey, it's never a party until the first beer is spilt)

*dances like a madman with a soggy ET*

Not still calling me ET are you?

An all-wet Et

For your h2-versary, should we call you by all the names you've adopted over the years?

Etc?

Yeah, sure, ...Jimi X.

I was Jimi X - guru for about three weeks when the guru scheme started and Peta wanted us to include it in our user names.

But I eventually dropped it because Jimi X is so pure.

Hey! I've just noticed you're empty...

*pours *

Thanks, Jimi X - guru

*pokes Mykl*

I think he's out cold

*carefully places lit cigarettes in his nose*



If we stop drinking we might be expected to remember this all in a court of law or something. I'm sticking with the temporary insanity due to drink defense.



- X

Hey, do you mind? I don't smoke!!!

Try to get a bit of kip and look what happens!!

Pour us another pint of the old Uisghe there old fruit, I'm drunk enough t start talking in gaelic: Slainthe Mhath!!!!

downs pint of Glen Hough Dhul and promptly passes out again.

if you do that, je vais parler francais. (hmmm......une probleme... je ne peux pas parler francais )

oh, he's not listening.

*pours her on him*

Qui moi? J'ecoute bien (or is that rien?)



I ain't seen nuthin'...

Good. That's the attitude, Mr X.

LOOK OUT!

She's got her probe...





Perhaps I shouldn't drink and fly?

*there is a strange kind of WHUMP sound and the sofa wobbles a bit*

*grabs a and hides behind the sofa with the reinforcements*

Just what we need, a reinforced sofa.

Why is it that everytime there is a conversation with you two and me in, you always both hide behind the sofa from me?

This calls for some serious probing.

*probes Mykl*

*he sizzes*

OK, testing over.

*laughs evilly*
Mwah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha........

*Sofa starts running round the room*