“Oh rightly satcheled suture sieves, oh grundled grebes of yore, upon my petti-coated-clippings of finger and toenails.”
Moriarty of AICN picks a winner in the Vogon poetry contest noted here a few months ago and, Lordy, it’s pretty bad. Only a few weeks until Hitchhiker’s, folks…
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