"Bob" is all the excuse anyone ever needs.
"'X-Day'? _What_ 'X-Day'?"
"It _didn't_ happen?"
Something about G'Broagfran....
Pee Dog enveloped the alien armada in a huge wad of cum, spit, shit, piss, drool, snot, and chewin t'backy. They 're fighting their way out, and might MAKE it out ANY MINUTE NOW, you sinner you.
"Bob" really _did_ want that damn Doug Smith to throw out that garbage bag filled with notes. "Here, Doug, take care of these," he said after Connie threatened to cut him off for an hour if he didn't clear out some of the garbage from his pitiful excuse for (but still Divinely Deductible) home office. It 's like a game of telephone, or a spastic daisy chain, from Connie to "Bob" to Doug to Ivan.
"Bob" is just a piece of clip-art, this is all stuff we did for fun or to make a pitiful few bucks,and all our prophecies are bogus. This does _not_ mean, however, that "Bob" is not all-powerful, our devotion in spreading his wor[d,m]s is crucial, or that our predictions are ignored AT YOUR PERIL, Pink Boy. This may not adequately stimulate the unpolished members of the liberals and modernists, but it must be said, because I said so.
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