These people?



I thought they were just interested in the Tox Uthat

You don't get to invoke trifecta potential from a single article.

webin: You don't get to invoke trifecta potential from a single article.

Unless you're referring to the "guide to the galaxy" article... in which case writing a headline to fit a trifecta potential is kinda weak.

"What do you mean you've never been to Alpha Centauri? For heaven's sake mankind, it's only four light years away you know. I'm sorry, but if you can't be bothered to take an interest in local affairs that's your own lookout.

"Energize the demolition beams."

The onefecta is complete!

Where's my towel?

/hot like a demolition beam.
//BBC Vogons were better.

that was a great description of what it'd be like to be on those planets. Thanks Phil

lake_huron

I wish my mother-in-law's cross-stitch habits were that way inclined. That one wouldn't be hanging in the dark, narrow hallway with Jesus and Amazing Grace.

PsyLord: These people?



I thought they were just interested in the Tox Uthat


I INVOKE RULE 34 ON VORGONS AND VOGONS

TSE: Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturations are to me
As plurdled gabbleblotchits
On a lurgid bee.

Bllaaaaarghhh!!

I have no comment.

/just felt I should represent

webin: You don't get to invoke trifecta potential from a single article.

No, there was an article awhile back on how Betelguese was unable to support planetary life now; it's expanding or something like that, and the tag was about Ford Prefect.

scottycujo:Bllaaaaarghhh!!

Groop I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes
And hooptiously drangle me with crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,
See if I don't!

Hitchiker?

Un francophone hitchiker?
C'est incroyable!

This has been a good day for me. If the Universe ends later on, it will be perfect.

just posting to support the 2005 film. really under appreciated. yes it misses the mark some times but it's still a lovable little picture.

TSE: scottycujo:Bllaaaaarghhh!!

Groop I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes
And hooptiously drangle me with crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,
See if I don't!

I must now begin my new opus entitled:
"Ode to a small lump of green putty I found in my armpit one morning"