Praise "Bob"!

Remember, your money CAN buy you salvation! So TAKE it! "Bob" tells us to love the Slackmaster, who - and this is true of ANY Master of Slack - waits with a GRIN for Ragnarok and meanwhile can find SLACK in a MISERABLE WORM! Quit your job! SLACK OFF! NOW! Indeed, the miraculous Janor Device (and the Slackmaster MUST believe this) will be part of that stark fist of RETRIEVAL, coming SOON, that is DOOMED to perish in flames without Dobbs! PRAISE "Bob"! Ever since PREHISTORY, since ATLANTIS! REPENT! Repent that you are TAINTED with the touch of the Barbie-Kens who exist ONLY to rob the Earth of its Slack! They know not the joys of the Head Launching. And they CANNOT BE HELPED.

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?