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Next, Randy will prove Black = white and get run over on a Zebra crossing (if I have remembered that correctly), failing that he can stuff a babel fish in his ear...

and my poetry is pretty bad too!

B

I actually see merit in that theory Randy!

I actually see merit in that theory Randy!

Just wait until I get a calculator, then you'll see a massive migraine coming on!

he can stuff a babel fish in his ear...

I have one already but it's defective. It only translates Klingon and Esperanto. And I was run over by a zebra once but I had a hard time describing it to the officer. It was either black and white or white and black, I couldn't remember.

and my poetry is pretty bad too!

But is it edible?

But is it edible?

O freddled gruntbuggly thy micturations are to me....

B

O freddled gruntbuggly thy micturations are to me,
O'er graham cracker valley beneath the chocolate sea,
My hermit slayer so dangerous yet sweet,
I lay myself humbly at thy feet,
On the famed edible poet planet Terea,
I will await thee with chocolate my dear Rebecca.

Okay, so it's not poetry at it's finest... but it does have graham crackers and chocolate!!!

Randy wrote:

O freddled gruntbuggly thy micturations are to me,
O'er graham cracker valley beneath the chocolate sea,
My hermit slayer so dangerous yet sweet,
I lay myself humbly at thy feet,
On the famed edible poet planet Terea,
I will await thee with chocolate my dear Rebecca.

The beginning of this did sound like Vogon poetry, to be honest...
Oh, did we just derail the thread again?

another_commander wrote:

Randy wrote:

O freddled gruntbuggly thy micturations are to me,
O'er graham cracker valley beneath the chocolate sea,
My hermit slayer so dangerous yet sweet,
I lay myself humbly at thy feet,
On the famed edible poet planet Terea,
I will await thee with chocolate my dear Rebecca.

The beginning of this did sound like Vogon poetry, to be honest...
Oh, did we just derail the thread again?

Real Vogon poetry:-

See, see the disembodied sky
Marvel at its big grey depths.
Tell me, another_commander do you
Wonder why the ornipod ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel knackered.
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your witchspace facial growth
That looks like
A cheese.
What's more, it knows
Your cobra potting shed
Smells of frog.
Everything under the big disembodied sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm fish.

Link here http://www.bbc.co.uk/cult/hitchhikers/v ... rgen.shtml

The Thargoids must have gotten into your brains ...

Edible poets on the board! I'll fetch some mustard.