so.. what you're sayingis that deep down, underneath it all, I just want to be loved?
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Finite "Aardvark sorted out my shit!" on,
Mon 27 Jul 2009, 16:30,
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:DSome of the best Radio, ever.
"After a while the style settles down a bit and it starts telling you things you actually need to know.
Like the fact that the fabulously beautiful planet, Bethsellamin, is now so worried about the cumulative erosion caused by ten million visiting tourists a year, that any net imbalance between the amount you eat and the amount you excrete whilst on the planet, is surgically removed from your bodyweight when you leave.
So every time you go to the lavatory there, it’s vitally important to get a receipt."
("After a while the style settles down a bit and it starts telling you things you actually need to know.
Like the fact that the fabulously beautiful planet, Bethsellamin, is now so worried about the cumulative erosion caused by ten million visiting tourists a year, that any net imbalance between the amount you eat and the amount you excrete whilst on the planet, is surgically removed from your bodyweight when you leave.
So every time you go to the lavatory there, it’s vitally important to get a receipt."
J Peasemould Gruntfuttock Alpha Mike Foxtrot,
Mon 27 Jul 2009, 16:32,
archived)
The section about Vogon poetry only being the third worst in the universe"The second worst is that of the Azgoths of Kria. During a recitation by their poet master, Grunthos the Flatulent of his poem, Ode to a Small Lump of Green Putty I Found in my Armpit One Midsummer Morning, four of his audience died of internal haemorraging, but the President of the Mid-Galactic Arts Nobbling Council survived by gnawing one of his own legs off."
( Finite "Aardvark sorted out my shit!" on,
Mon 27 Jul 2009, 16:34,
archived)
*LOL*"the Mid-Galactic Arts Nobbling Council"
Every time.... :D
(Every time.... :D
J Peasemould Gruntfuttock Alpha Mike Foxtrot,
Mon 27 Jul 2009, 16:36,
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