Oder, wie andere behaupten: er ging nach Hause.
Wir sehen uns alle wieder. Entweder im Restaurant am Ende des Universums oder irgendwo in der Nähe von ZZ-9-Plural-Z-ALPHA!
So long, and thanks for all the tales!
Zum Gedenken:
O 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.
Prostetnic Vogon Jeltzthy 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.
('And the bug-eyed monster?'
'Is green, yes.')
1 Kommentar:
Dui bloggst wieder. wie 'chön.
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