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Gashee morphousite
Gashee morphousite, thou expungiest quoopisk
Fripping lyshus wimbgunts, awhilst moongrovenly kormzibs.
Bleem miserable venchit! Bleem forever mestinglish asunder frapt!
Gerond withoutitude form into formless bloit, why not then? Moose. More...
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Oh Freddled Gruntbuggly,
Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturations are to me
As plurdled gabbleblotchits
On a lurgid bee.
Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes
And hooptiously drangle me
With crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,
See if I don't!
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Vogon Trivia
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- ...That the answer to the greatest question of all, of life, universe and everything, is 42?
- ....That 42 is seven (the number of God) times six (the number of the Devil) but this is totally unrelated to this number being the answer for to the greatest question of all, of life, universe and everything?
- ...That the secret of a superb sandwich is ample wrist movements?
- ...That the answer to the greatest question of all, of life, universe and everything, is 42?
- ....That 42 is seven (the number of God) times six (the number of the Devil) but this is totally unrelated to this number being the answer for to the greatest question of all, of life, universe and everything?
- ...That the secret of a superb sandwich is ample wrist movements?
- ...That the answer to the greatest question of all, of life, universe and everything, is 42?
- ....That 42 is seven (the number of God) times six (the number of the Devil) but this is totally unrelated to this number being the answer for to the greatest question of all, of life, universe and everything?
- ...That the secret of a superb sandwich is ample wrist movements?
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Constructor Fleet Headlines
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Too bad you can't customize this in the original.
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On This Day in the Megabrantis cluster...
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February 7: Shit! I Forgot My Lines... Day
- 1599 - Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio, a man of uhh, shit. Line. Line, I need the—
- 1600 - A man of Infinite Jest. Of most excellent fancy. Wait, asshole.
- 1601 - Yeah, got it. Ahem. I knew him Horatio, a man of infinite jest. Of most fancy—Fuck—of most excellent fancy.
- 1602 - If this happens on the night we'll just use the alternate.
- 1603 - How about you go fuck yourself, I'm the artist around here, you just tell people where to move on stage.
- 1604 - Whatever, Kenneth Branagh, you do whatever you fucking want.
- 1605 - I don't need you, nobody needs you, I'll make my own fucking lines. I'm the fucking bard. Motherfucker.
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