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i know not of this poetry you speak of.. lol.

Vogon poetry is of course, the third worst in the universe. The second worst is that of the Azgoths of Kria. During a recitation by their poet master Grunthos the Flatulent of his poem "Ode to a Small Lump of Green Putty I Found in My Armpit One Midsummer Morning" four of his audience died of internal haemorrhaging and the president of the Mid-Galactic Arts Nobbling Council survived by gnawing one of his own legs off. Grunthos was reported to have been "disappointed" by the poem's reception, and was about to embark on a reading of his 12-book epic entitled "My Favourite Bathtime Gurgles" when his own major intestine, in a desperate attempt to save humanity, leapt straight up through his neck and throttled his brain. The very worst poetry of all perished along with its creator, Paul Neil Milne Johnstone of Redbridge, in the destruction of the planet Earth. Vogon poetry is mild by comparison.

Listening to it is an experience similar to torture as demonstrated when Arthur Dent and Ford Prefect are forced to listen to the Vogon captain's poetry prior to being thrown out of an airlock.

Note to Self: Eat your cookies BEFORE walking into this room. Signed, me.

Name: Jake, Sage, Sagey, whatever the hell happens to come up.

Age: 17

Size: Erm...tall? xd

Credit Card Number: Ah, who needs one...>.<

Social Security Number: O.O ...Dunno.

Mother's Maiden Name: Honestly? Google.

Race: Human! ^_^

Likes: Alternative, Rock, Surfing, aaand...many other things.

Dislikes: Rap, Hockey (Ouch...), morons, people who "accidentally" ask dumb questions.

Status: Taken. mrgreen

Suggestions for the guild:O.o Uh...Hmm...>.<...I'll get back to you on that! ^_^

welcome @ mourning! glad you could make it...



and @ lex - you'll see. she's insane in the membrane.

*Sits down and bites into a Crunch bar*

Huh?

*Rolls eyes*
munch. rofl