Pressure building on my soul, I has got to take control, guide me through this fucked up world..

Nucleon, the Magic Globe

This is urban tragedy. This is a 1990s gothic tale of a duo, of tragedy and self-abuse. Not to be exploited. Not to be frowned down on. Just to be heard.

Could it be...that once are angry about something else and are looking to take it out Jefe?

She's a bitch!

Reveling in Habafropzipulops, the Herb of the Gods, the Slackmaster has no NEED to make "sense" and is NEVER wrong, because he REVELS in the X-Day Practice in the sight of JHVH-1. He is SEEN at X-Day Practices and HEARD at Public Rants! Praise "Bob!" Quit your job! SLACK OFF! NOW! Indeed, the miraculous Janor Device can heal or destroy or BOTH and still (SAY IT!) is as important to the Master of Slack as his SICK sense of humor! Patrio-Psychotic Anarcho-Materialism is the answer! The mad NHGH wants nothing less than to DEVOUR the WORLD, it wields ACID-TIPPED electrical razor-edged CORKSCREWS and is FILTH, it is DISEASE, it is law and order! Fear it! Too much is ALWAYS better than not enough!

We been spending most our lives
Living in an Amish paradise
I've churned butter once or twice
Living in an Amish paradise
It's hard work and sacrifice
Living in an Amish paradise
We sell quilts at discount price
Living in an Amish paradise

We're turning your bedroom back into the computer room

I am going, I am going
Any which way the wind may be blowing
I am going, I am going
Where streams of whiskey are flowing

Corporate city culturally appropriates the shit out of Mexicans

Fuck YOU! That's my name. You know why mister? Because you drove a Hyundai to get here tonight, I drove an $80,000 BMW. THAT'S my name.


"Bob" loves the Friend of "Bob". Yes, divine is he who SLACKS OFF! The enlightened Sub LAUGHS! The Hell Creatures can't touch him, so he is NOT RESPONSIBLE! Yes! YES!! Are you a REAL Friend of "Bob"? A true enlightened Sub SPRINGS his Clench meetings in the face of the Blandoids. He is guarded by Bulldada. And YES! he puts "Bob's" money where HIS mouth is. Accept "Bob"! Stop thinking! Unless you WANT to! The Drone attitude is a disease, a genetic ILLNESS! The Blandoids BELIEVE what they see on TV! One and all, they have NO Nental Ife! And they don't have the sacred EXCUSE that Dobbs gives us! We demand the SLACK they deny us! The evil subterranean Deros are only a tool of Cthulhu, which, JEALOUS of our free Slack, wields ACID-TIPPED electrical razor-edged CORKSCREWS and is exposed by the BURGEONING Nental Ife of the Friend of "Bob".

Worship your corporate masters!

Then I knew it meant.....murder

On this plane of existence I'm represented by the wizard Golgath...

Well some people try to pick up girls
And get called asshole
This never happened to Pablo Picasso
He could walk down your street
And girls could not resist his stare and
So Pablo Picasso was never called an asshole

We have no NEED of Society. The Yeti spawn GRINDS HIS FOOT on the laws of the Conspiracy dupes. He will ride with the Sex Goddesses on X-day, and he will win when "Bob" wins! We are enlightened! If you only knew what you REALLY think, the grace of that Sacred Dobbshead - even in the LIMITED understanding given to the LICKSPITTLE "Bobbies" - sanctifies the faithful Clench. The Bomb, the Bullet, ALWAYS is a mere shadow of reality as perceived after the Third Nostril is opened. SOLAR FLARES are coming! Hails of FIRE! Rains of PRAIRIE SQUID! Cthulhu is NOT A JOKE! He, worse even than humans like the Conspiracy geeks, wants your slack, your soul, your SCI-FI BOOKS, and still is more near-omnipotent Pinkness than even the unspeakable Hell Creatures! Be like Dobbs, who ALWAYS lies and is ALWAYS RIGHT!

John Harvey Kellogg's healthy living methods employed at the Battle Creek Sanitarium at the beginning of the 20th century.

Featuring mother fucking Bruce Lee as Kato.

I kid cause I love, her channel is pretty good.

He would see faces in movies, on T.V., in magazines, and in books...
He thought that some of these faces might be right for him...

A complete guide to the homebrew rules for staring contests in the Pete & Pete-iverse.

I said your LEFT leg!

See what he thought was he could come in here and make the rules


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Worshipped by generations of Pink Boys, Yog-Sothoth controls Pink Boy puppets like the random Jesii and wields ACID-TIPPED electrical razor-edged CORKSCREWS and is pure AntiSlack! Oh, Living Slack Master, save us! That which destroys, which EATS our Slack, is the mortal foe of the Xists, the terrifying enemy that stands between you and Habafropzipulops, the Herb of the Gods! Yes, and the Prairie Squid! It is nothing but a IGNORANT snare and a theft of Slack! Burn the Pink LOSERS! You'll WISH you were dead when those CLAWS grab your soul! The Jesus-manifestations are WATCHING! They know slack itself, which IS "Bob," manifested today in a thousand ways protects our sacred ABNORMALITY which promises REVENGE on the cursed Pink LOSERS!