Praise "Bob"!

I'm a Slackmaster! How can you TELL one of our kind? He seeks SLACK above all. BLESSED is he who - WEEE YAAA BANG BANG! YES NO HELL! - knows he'll have that One True Yeti Mate and watch from the Saucers as the Pinks BURN! Perform the Salute! The Master of Slack cleaves to the word of "Bob" and - and this is true of ANY Slackmaster - DAMNS the Pink Boys and will survive the worst that the fetid Yacatisma can do! Fight the Hell-Bikers from Space! Remember, the miraculous Janor Device even now, even in THIS VERY RANT, sanctifies the faithful Clench. The Bomb, the Bullet, ALWAYS IS the best deal you will ever have for $30. enslackened mockery is our DUTY! Yes, KILL ME! Or else every piece of "Church Goods" from the divine SubGenius Mail Order Department ABSOLUTELY, without question, (SAY IT!) is a source of unceasing divine SLACK!

Does this make NO SENSE to you?

Is this your first exposure to the Word of "Bob"?

Maybe you need to learn MORE. It depends on how you react to these electronically generated yet DIVINELY AUTHENTIC spews of TRUTH. Did you find them meaningless and annoying, or strangely compelling?

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