Sickening Discussion

Neil Gerace wrote:

"In those days spirits were brave, the stakes were high, men were real mean,
women were real women, and small, furry creatures from Alpha Centauri were
real small, furry creatures from Alpha Centauri."


Win stuff from the New "Hitchiker's" movie!:
http://www.aint-it-cool-news.com/display.cgi?id=19112
So it's ugly Vogon stuff...hey, it beats dead swans floating in a pond,
doesn't it? ;-)

Pat

"Pat Flannery" wrote in message
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So it's ugly Vogon stuff...hey, it beats dead swans floating in a pond,
doesn't it? ;-)

I guess that depends on what kind of stuff it is. If it's just a book of
Vogon poetry, it won't beat anything- it will just lie there (although it
could then be used as an object to beat with). Now, if it were a Vogon robot
of some sort, or at least with an articulate arm and a club, *then* it could
beat any of the dead swans that happen to float by within reach. In fact, if
it were a robot, it could not only beat *on* swans, it could beat *off* them
as well.

"Scott Hedrick" wrote in message
.. .

I guess that depends on what kind of stuff it is. If it's just a book of
Vogon poetry, it won't beat anything

It'll beat two other things: it's only the *third*-worst poetry in the known
universe, you know.

"Vogon poetry is of course the third worst in the Universe.
The second worst is that of the Azagoths 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 haemorrhaging, and the President of the Mid-Galactic Arts
Nobbling Council survived by gnawing one of his own limbs off. Grunthos is
reported to have been "disappointed" by the poem's reception, and was about
to embark on a reading of his twelve- book epic entitled "Zen And The Art Of
Going To The Lavatory" when his own major intestine, in a desperate bid to
save the universe, leapt straight up through his neck and throttled his
brain.

The very worst poetry of all perished along with its creator, Paula Nancy
Millstone Jennings of Greenbridge, Essex, England in the destruction of the
planet Earth."