Maxioms by Douglas Adams
I think fish is nice, but then I think that rain is wet, so who am I to judge?
I think fish is nice, but then I think that rain is wet, so who am I to judge?
Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of
the Western Spiral arm of the Galaxy lies read more
Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of
the Western Spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded
yellow sun.
For a moment, nothing happened. Then, after a second or so, nothing continued to happen.
For a moment, nothing happened. Then, after a second or so, nothing continued to happen.
Totally mad. Utter nonsense. But we'll do it because it's brilliant nonsense.
Totally mad. Utter nonsense. But we'll do it because it's brilliant nonsense.
