Asking for Trouble. Again.

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"Hey, er, hand me the raprod, Plate Captain."

The little waiter's eyebrows wandered about his forehead in confusion.

"I bet your pardon, sir?" he said

"The phone, waiter," said Zaphod, grabbing it off him. "Shee, you guys are so unhip it's a wonder your bums don't fall off."

Thank you, Douglas Adams, for sharing your brilliance with the world. Let's hope my mom doesn't slap me tomorrow night when I tell her, "Bring me dinner now, Plate Captain!"

gRegor

gRegor

And let's hope her eyebrows don't wander around her head.

gRegor

gRegor

Your comment box is skinny for some reason, btw. Not fat like the rest of your site.

Anorexia is serious. Do we need to have an intervention, comment box?

Rachelskirts

Rachelskirts

gRegor: I rather like the idea of her eyebrows wandering. I don't like the idea of my comment box being anorexic, however. I hooked up it with some McDonald's, so now it's properly fat.

Thursday's Child

Thursday's Child

I completely agree. I've, over the years, come to love Long Dark Teatime of the Soul and Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency more than the trilogy.*


*Inaccurate.