Arthur remained very worried. "But can we trust him?" he said.
"Myself I'd trust him to the end of the Earth," said Ford.
"Oh yes," said Arthur, "and how far's that?"
"About twelve minutes away," said Ford, "come on, I need a drink."
~Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
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This must be Thursday. I never could quite get the hang of Thursdays.
seaspot_run
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May 26, 2018
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I am on my third pan galactic gargle blaster, the alcoholic equivalent of a mugging with your brains smashed out by a slice of lemon wrapped around a large gold brick and then you lose all your money
Jontom2017
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May 26, 2018
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That's hard-core. I had two and next thing I knew I was snogging a Volgon and editing his poetry.
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