Stonehenge to be dismantled - No building permit exists
Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2009 8:53 am
Sorry, I just couldn't wait for April fool's day 

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He used to be. They wouldn't pay him enough so now he freelances.EdzUp[SD] wrote:Rook what are you a VOGON ?
Oh man, I'm just reading "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" and it's the best book i read for a long long time. Just genius, nothing more to say to the triology in five bandsEdzUp[SD] wrote:Rook what are you a VOGON ?
There is a theory which states that if ever anyone discovers exactly what the Universe is for and why it is here, it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable.
There is another theory which states that this has already happened.
[...]
The story so far:
In the beginning the Universe was created.
This has made a lot of people very angry and has been widely regarded as a bad move.
Ode to the letter D
Sweet Daffodils dripping deftly with dainty drops of dew
Dear silence can you ever forgive me? I drink the dewdrops...
Dazed and delighted decidedly dastardly delusions dash drippingly
In my brain
Dangling participles drop deftly down deep dogleg crevass'
Daring dull dimwits doing derring do!
Describing themselves dainty and somehow dormant
Defined only disasterously and dishabelle; do not drive drowsy
Deepness is my deepest thoughts of Johnny Depp
Dillatantes singe dark reason deftly digging dingleberries
Despite this depression I dare deliver dismissal
Disconboobulatedly drowned in my doldrums.
As I read the words of your poetry I could picture you at the Vogon Poetry Institute Prize ceremony, reading them as part of your acceptance speech. The words had a dull ring to them like concrete. They seemed to hold together like well molded concrete. And lastly they seem to drift out over the audience at the prize ceremony and hang in the air above them the same way molded concrete doesn't.Rook Zimbabwe wrote:Well I intend to post some of my Vogon Poetry Institute Prize Winning Poetry here...Ode to the letter D
Sweet Daffodils dripping deftly with dainty drops of dew
Dear silence can you ever forgive me? I drink the dewdrops...
Dazed and delighted decidedly dastardly delusions dash drippingly
In my brain
Dangling participles drop deftly down deep dogleg crevass'
Daring dull dimwits doing derring do!
Describing themselves dainty and somehow dormant
Defined only disasterously and dishabelle; do not drive drowsy
Deepness is my deepest thoughts of Johnny Depp
Dillatantes singe dark reason deftly digging dingleberries
Despite this depression I dare deliver dismissal
Disconboobulatedly drowned in my doldrums.
Oh it is bad... wrote it just now!!!
Despite this depression I dare deliver dismissal
Disconboobulatedly drowned in my doldrums.
... or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon, see if I don't!