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You ever wonder how Macbeth's letter got to Iverness before him, deespite the fact that they both left at same time? Maybe they had some kind of Feudal FedEx, or something.
'Ford!' Ford looked up from where he was sitting in a corner humming to himself. He always found the actual travelling-through-space part of space travel rather trying. 'Yeah?'he said. 'If you're a researcher on this book thing and you were on Earth, you must have been gathering material on it.' 'Well, I was able to extend the original entry a bit, yes.' 'Let me see what it says in this edition then, I've got to see it.' 'Yeah OK.' He passed it over again. Arthur grabbed hold of it and tried to stop his hands shaking. He pressed the entry for the the relevant page. The screen flashed and swirled and resolved into a page of print. Arthur stared at it. 'It doesn't have an entry!' he burst out. Ford looked over his sholder. 'Yes it does,' he said, 'down there, see at the bottom of the screen, just under Eccentrica Gallumbits, the triple-breasted **** of Eroticon 6.' Arthur followed Ford's finger, and saw where it was pointing. For a moment it still didn't register, then his mind nearly blew up. 'What? Harmless? Is that all it's got to say? Harmless! One word! Ford shrugged. 'Well, there are a hundred billion stars in the Galaxy, and only a limited amount of space in the book's microprocessors,' he said, 'and no one knew much about the Earth of course.' 'Well for God's sake I hope you managed to rectify that a bit.' 'Oh yes, well I managed to transmit a new entry off to the editor. He had to trim it a bit, but it's still an improvement.' 'And what does it say now?' asked Arthur. 'Mostly harmless,' admitted Ford with a slightly embarrassed cough. 'Mostly harmless!' shouted Arthur.
At eight o'clock on Thursday morning Arthur didn't feel very good. He woke up blearily, got up, wandered blearily round his room, opened a window, saw a bulldozer, found his slippers, and stomped off to the bathroom to wash.
Toothpaste on the brush - so. Scrub.
Shaving mirror - pointing at the ceiling. He adjusted it. For a moment it reflected a second bulldozer through the bathroom window. Properly adjusted, it reflected Arthur Dent's bristles. He shaved them off, washed, dried, and stomped off to the kitchen to find something pleasant to put in his mouth.
Kettle, plug, fridge, milk, coffee. Yawn.
The word bulldozer wandered through his mind for a moment in search of something to connect with.
The bulldozer outside the kitchen window was quite a big one.
He stared at it.
"Yellow," he thought and stomped off back to his bedroom to get dressed.
Passing the bathroom he stopped to drink a large glass of water, and another. He began to suspect that he was hung over. Why was he hung over? Had he been drinking the night before? He supposed that he must have been. He caught a glint in the shaving mirror. "Yellow," he thought and stomped on to the bedroom.
He stood and thought. The pub, he thought. Oh dear, the pub. He vaguely remembered being angry, angry about something that seemed important. He'd been telling people about it, telling people about it at great length, he rather suspected: his clearest visual recollection was of glazed looks on other people's faces. Something about a new bypass he had just found out about. It had been in the pipeline for months only no one seemed to have known about it. Ridiculous. He took a swig of water. It would sort itself out, he'd decided, no one wanted a bypass, the council didn't have a leg to stand on. It would sort itself out.
God what a terrible hangover it had earned him though. He looked at himself in the wardrobe mirror. He stuck out his tongue. "Yellow," he thought. The word yellow wandered through his mind in search of something to connect with.
Fifteen seconds later he was out of the house and lying in front of a big yellow bulldozer that was advancing up his garden path.
only a single quote can sum up everything in this string, with all the nonsense loaded in, or maybe its juts the complete dumbshitness of it.....
"I think I may have been Bulimic, or maybe I was just lactose intolerant" -O'Hera
This is a real qoute given to me by Narfwak, from a kid we go to school with.
DISCLAIMER- I appologize if anyones head exploded while reading this. If it did, I'm sorry but I'm not responsible for any damages done because of this qoute or it's content. If anyone attempts to sue me over it I will be forced to issue a strong counter suit. If you attempt to counter this counter I will counter with another counter suit. If counter suits begin to pile up over the hundreds I will be forced to come to your house and make sure that you do not make any more counter suits. If anyone attempts to disprove this disclaimer they will be suid for billions of dollars over lying your stupid pants off. If anyone quotes this I will sue you for quoting an unquotable and copyrighted text. If anyone attempts to break this disclaimer I will get really mad and will find a little kid to beat up. The kid likes you too, and is gonna pay you a lot of money for his safety. Any attepts to rescue this kid will result in death, because I have a big dog gaurding the kid. Do not make fun of this disclaimer, because I am emotionally insecure and you do not want me to go nuts on someone. Thank you for obeying this disclaimer, and Enjoy!
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Leave it to Kaos to butcher a quote.
His name is Andy O'Hara, and you misspelled just about everything important.
I liked that quote. Now, I can't stand to be in the same room with it anymore. How dare you. How DARE you betray my trust like that?!? I thought we were friends, no MORE - LOVERS! HOW COULD YOU!?!
Alright... I think this has gone on for long enough. Things are getting too off-topic even for this forum... that and Narfwak has been reduced (or perhaps raised?) to a drooling post-junkie.
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Ford looked up from where he was sitting in a corner humming to himself. He always found the actual travelling-through-space part of space travel rather trying.
'Yeah?'he said.
'If you're a researcher on this book thing and you were on Earth, you must have been gathering material on it.'
'Well, I was able to extend the original entry a bit, yes.'
'Let me see what it says in this edition then, I've got to see it.'
'Yeah OK.' He passed it over again.
Arthur grabbed hold of it and tried to stop his hands shaking. He pressed the entry for the the relevant page. The screen flashed and swirled and resolved into a page of print. Arthur stared at it.
'It doesn't have an entry!' he burst out.
Ford looked over his sholder.
'Yes it does,' he said, 'down there, see at the bottom of the screen, just under Eccentrica Gallumbits, the triple-breasted **** of Eroticon 6.'
Arthur followed Ford's finger, and saw where it was pointing. For a moment it still didn't register, then his mind nearly blew up.
'What? Harmless? Is that all it's got to say? Harmless! One word!
Ford shrugged.
'Well, there are a hundred billion stars in the Galaxy, and only a limited amount of space in the book's microprocessors,' he said, 'and no one knew much about the Earth of course.'
'Well for God's sake I hope you managed to rectify that a bit.'
'Oh yes, well I managed to transmit a new entry off to the editor. He had to trim it a bit, but it's still an improvement.'
'And what does it say now?' asked Arthur.
'Mostly harmless,' admitted Ford with a slightly embarrassed cough.
'Mostly harmless!' shouted Arthur.
good. He woke up blearily, got up, wandered blearily round his
room, opened a window, saw a bulldozer, found his slippers, and
stomped off to the bathroom to wash.
Toothpaste on the brush - so. Scrub.
Shaving mirror - pointing at the ceiling. He adjusted it. For a
moment it reflected a second bulldozer through the bathroom
window. Properly adjusted, it reflected Arthur Dent's bristles.
He shaved them off, washed, dried, and stomped off to the kitchen
to find something pleasant to put in his mouth.
Kettle, plug, fridge, milk, coffee. Yawn.
The word bulldozer wandered through his mind for a moment in
search of something to connect with.
The bulldozer outside the kitchen window was quite a big one.
He stared at it.
"Yellow," he thought and stomped off back to his bedroom to get
dressed.
Passing the bathroom he stopped to drink a large glass of water,
and another. He began to suspect that he was hung over. Why was
he hung over? Had he been drinking the night before? He supposed
that he must have been. He caught a glint in the shaving mirror.
"Yellow," he thought and stomped on to the bedroom.
He stood and thought. The pub, he thought. Oh dear, the pub. He
vaguely remembered being angry, angry about something that seemed
important. He'd been telling people about it, telling people
about it at great length, he rather suspected: his clearest
visual recollection was of glazed looks on other people's faces.
Something about a new bypass he had just found out about. It had
been in the pipeline for months only no one seemed to have known
about it. Ridiculous. He took a swig of water. It would sort
itself out, he'd decided, no one wanted a bypass, the council
didn't have a leg to stand on. It would sort itself out.
God what a terrible hangover it had earned him though. He looked
at himself in the wardrobe mirror. He stuck out his tongue.
"Yellow," he thought. The word yellow wandered through his mind
in search of something to connect with.
Fifteen seconds later he was out of the house and lying in front
of a big yellow bulldozer that was advancing up his garden path.
Imo... Fam wins!
"I think I may have been Bulimic, or maybe I was just lactose intolerant" -O'Hera
This is a real qoute given to me by Narfwak, from a kid we go to school with.
DISCLAIMER-
I appologize if anyones head exploded while reading this. If it did, I'm sorry but I'm not responsible for any damages done because of this qoute or it's content. If anyone attempts to sue me over it I will be forced to issue a strong counter suit. If you attempt to counter this counter I will counter with another counter suit. If counter suits begin to pile up over the hundreds I will be forced to come to your house and make sure that you do not make any more counter suits. If anyone attempts to disprove this disclaimer they will be suid for billions of dollars over lying your stupid pants off. If anyone quotes this I will sue you for quoting an unquotable and copyrighted text. If anyone attempts to break this disclaimer I will get really mad and will find a little kid to beat up. The kid likes you too, and is gonna pay you a lot of money for his safety. Any attepts to rescue this kid will result in death, because I have a big dog gaurding the kid. Do not make fun of this disclaimer, because I am emotionally insecure and you do not want me to go nuts on someone. Thank you for obeying this disclaimer, and Enjoy!
Leave it to Kaos to butcher a quote.
His name is Andy O'Hara, and you misspelled just about everything important.
I liked that quote. Now, I can't stand to be in the same room with it anymore. How dare you. How DARE you betray my trust like that?!? I thought we were friends, no MORE - LOVERS! HOW COULD YOU!?!
**sob**
Paraphrasing is fun. Try paraphasing your dog sometime. Walking into a room and barking in a public space is always lots of fun.
The engineer fires back, “Hey yourself, ace. Got any aliens on board?”
“Only this one here, from TechTrope Magazine.”