I have to admit, part of me feels inclined to keep it that way. For
one thing, you froup-folks hardly ever cook for me or take me out
driving, like my family and these other real-life people do.
When I get home in a few hours though, there won't be Pappy or the
goats or my brother and sister or even my kids to wait on me and baby
me, because none of them live in Cleveland. I'll bet I find myself
deplonking alt.slack and reading it again.
I tuned to the Internet,using Pappy's computer, just enough to see my
SubGenius product order emails, which comfort me even though I can't
fulfill them until Thursday, and to check and see how Dr. Legume is
doing with his new robotic parts. I noticed that Rev. Susie got
temporarily fed up, which I was expecting, but I'll be she can't
resist tossing us a line now and then.
While on our expedition to Darkest Texas we were able to capture -
study and even film for your enjoyment a veritable zoo of exotic and
erotic microlife, from puddle to stock pond to birdbath, and I have
samples in vaults ready for transport back. The microlife of Ohio will
soon be interbreeding with the hardy, armored, spikey, poisonous Texas
variations. I have shot so much footage of fighting rotifers and
battling protists that when I get the scenes prepped for YouTube, you
will be thrilled and envious to see the exciting moments we've
recorded and brought back alive, for science.
Being with my increaSINGLY HUGE AND PROSPEROUS sMITH FAMILY HAS MADE
ME SEE HOW MUCH i HAVE BEEN MISSING FROM THE LESS SUNNY SIDE OF LIFE.
For instance, when I observe so many of my fellow SubGenii, they seem
to swell with bitter hatred of the happy people and their silly animal
trust in FAITH.
Thus, I'm so jealous of the unhappy, hate-filled people who hate damn
near everything with all their hearts. My hate is so watery and tepid,
I almost hope these trains of luckless victims will find sudden
happiness, just to wash them back to my level so that the playing
feild can again be fair. How can a lucky, happy, beloved and
successful liker of myself ever hope to become as brilliantly,
effectively vicious? How can I EMPOWER my Hate?
Good for you.
All because of the trust funds your family left you and your prep
school friends. This got me thinking where the hell is Alcandor?
> How can I EMPOWER my Hate?
Go to Starbucks or much worse get a day job.
Hang out with Smerker.
>. How can a lucky, happy, beloved and
> successful liker of myself ever hope to become as brilliantly,
> effectively vicious? How can I EMPOWER my Hate?
Meh.
It is time this Church grew up and embraced love, kindness and mutual
masturbation.
as I was saying.
Plagiarizing from me again, Doug.
The GREAT Bob Dobbs
> I almost hope these trains of luckless victims will find sudden
> happiness, just to wash them back to my level so that the playing
> feild can again be fair. How can a lucky, happy, beloved and
> successful liker of myself ever hope to become as brilliantly,
> effectively vicious? How can I EMPOWER my Hate?
why would you want to? I let the batteries on my Hate run down years
ago and haven't really missed it. I keep it around, in a nice display
case, out of nostalgia. it's like a really ornate piece of obsolete
technology that has been replaced by something cheap and ubiquitous
and better, like one of those fancy Curta pepper-grinder mechanical
calculators versus modern electronic calculators you can get for
pocketchange at convenience stores everywhere if you don't have a
calculator built into your phone or computer or mp3 player or watch
for some reason.
those hate display cases have to be properly shielded, though, because
Hate gives off some kinda radiation that interferes with Slack, that
impedes perception of that Path of Least Resistance.
I am a lucky, happy, beloved and successful liker of myself, and my
hate is growing every day.
I think it helps to remember the things about yourself that you like,
and try to find those qualities in other people. When you fail
miserably, your hate begins to shine again.
Every so often, you will meet someone who seems to dull your hate a
little by being all excellent and magnificent, but if you keep them
around long enough, you'll get that hate back when they inevitably
disappoint and turn out to be shitty and weak.
So far the only exception for me is Sifu. Out of everybody I know, I
hate him the least. He is my Ham Tree, my flowing River of Gravy. He
is my blossoming Biscuit Bush. He is my Frop Torch. Everyone else
can eat my shit. I hate everyone.
Good luck solving your hate problem!
ROBOTIC PARTS? You mean I went out and slaughtered a South Alabama Swamp
Devil - at great personal risk to my personal person, by the way - and
shipped a sealed case of 100% compatible primo aftermarket internal
victuals to that hospital and they used robot parts instead? What kind
of a quack is treating him anyway?
-cls
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> On Jan 5, 8:04 pm, "Rev. Ivan Stang" <st...@subgenius.com> wrote:
>
>>How can a lucky, happy, beloved and successful liker of myself
>
>
> Plagiarizing from me again.
>
>
> The GREAT Bob Dobbs
How can you plagiarize from a plagiarizer?
Oh? And where did he plagiarize that from?
'
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Customer Support Specialist
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Onion are good. Animals are bad.
- Kurt Stocklmeir
:: Currently listening to Tangled Up in Blue, 1974, by Bob Dylan, from "The Essential Bob Dylan"
Oh, they're probably in there somewhere.
They are. Legume is half lizard, half monkey, and half robot. The
extra half is what makes the bitches go crazy.
From my radiance ("the happy-face Canadian Bob").
The GREAT Bob Dobbs
Unconscious quadrophrenia.
The GREAT Bob Dobbs
>On Jan 6, 10:42�am, Zapanaz <http://joecosby.com/code/mail...@foo.com>
>wrote:
>> On Wed, 6 Jan 2010 00:51:04 -0800 (PST), purple <pur...@tellurian.com>
>> wrote:
>>
>> >On Jan 5, 8:04 pm, "Rev. Ivan Stang" <st...@subgenius.com> wrote:
>> >> How can a lucky, happy, beloved and successful liker of myself
>>
>> >Plagiarizing from me again, Doug.
>>
>> >The GREAT Bob Dobbs
>>
>> Oh? �And where did he plagiarize that from?
>
>From my radiance ("the happy-face Canadian Bob").
translation:
WOO WOO babble babble BURBLESHIT
thank you for clearing that up.
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The bird sings with it's fingers
- One time
:: Currently listening to Violin Concerto No. 1 in D major Op. 6 / II. Adagio espressivo, 1817, by Paganini/Perlman, from "Paganini Violin Concerto No. 1; Sarasate Carmen Fantasy, Introduction et Tarantelle, Zigeunerweisen"
>On Jan 6, 11:12�am, "Rev. Back It On Up 13" <eviel...@aol.com> wrote:
translation:
WOO WOO babble babble BURBLESHIT
thank you for clearing that up.
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"Bob" is the hooker who doesn't watch the clock.