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.'
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Finite "Aardvark sorted out my shit!" on,
Mon 27 Jul 2009, 16:34,
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*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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