What the hell is up with "Bob" NOW, anyway?

From: hellpopehuey@subgenius.com (HellPopeHuey)
Newsgroups: alt.slack
Date: Thu, Sep 25, 2003 10:47 PM

Last night, I caught Dobbs picking out the greasy crumbs from a paper
towel I used to blot my patty de frogois. I had to hit him with a
ladle about 47 times to get him away from the table and even then, he
kept trying to scramble underneath, whining like some hideous,
gene-spliced greyhound/komodo mix. Funny how a guy who has his own
flying saucer and multizillion-dollar cult empire can also be found
digging in dumpsters and stuff. I guess when there are no alien
messages coming through the sacred antenna of the Pipe, he is on his
own and then he is a complete idiot. His "luck" is just spillover from
when the aliens have him on the right track and sheer inertia leads
him to most of those fantastic, sinister deals of his.

I can only suppose that his sexual prowess is a characteristic apart
from any cerebral activity, which has a lot do with with why Connie
can tolerate him at all. Yeah, if he went at it like a 500-horsepower
TargMobile and made smoke come OUT of the Pipe between transmissions,
why sure, between that and the huge offshore bank accounts, it could
all turn a girl's head. Around and around like in 'The Exorcist" if
she's not careful. Good thing Connie has that titanium NECK deal going
on. Many and mysterious and DISGUSTING are the ways of "Bob."
Yuck-o-rama!

HellPope Huey
"May I help you?" sure beats
"HellPope Huey International,
whaddaya want, ya sonuvabitch?!"

"Eternity is not something that begins after you are dead.
Its going on all the time. We are in it now."
- Charlotte P. Gilman

"Welcome, friends! How may we pervert you?"
- "Futurama"

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From: "Rev. Ivan Stang" <stang@subgenius.com>

This would all be REAL FUNNY if only I knew you were JOSHING, LYING or
at least EXAGERRATING.

--

PRABOB

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Subject: Re: What the hell is up with "Bob" NOW, anyway?
From: hellpopehuey@subgenius.com (HellPopeHuey)

And even MORESO if MY personal life was not almost EXACTLY THE SAME
WAY. Kill me. C'MON YE COWARDS, I DARE YOU!! Aw, fuck ya

HellPope Huey

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Subject: Re: What the hell is up with "Bob" NOW, anyway?
From: bobdiddley@aol.com (Bobdiddley)

Hellpope pooped:
>Last night, I caught Dobbs picking out the greasy crumbs from a paper
>towel I used to blot my patty de frogois. I had to hit him with a
>ladle about 47 times to get him away from the table and even then, he
>kept trying to scramble underneath, whining like some hideous,
>gene-spliced greyhound/komodo mix.

Yeah, I laughed and I laughed out loud. Then I realized that if I could
envision such a thing so easily, my mind was in real trouble, too. Then I
laughed and laughed.

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Subject: Re: What the hell is up with "Bob" NOW, anyway?
From: hellpopehuey@subgenius.com (HellPopeHuey)

That's because YOU, being an acolyte of the Pipe, know that Gyration
is 9/10ths of the SubLaw. Gotta drop down, spin around, pick a bale o'
bullshit, fall down, crawl around, drink a fifth o' Dobbs. HAW HAW I
KILL ME, sooner or later, but so far I keep coming back. WHERE'S THE
BLOODY CORDIAL?

HellPope Huey
I ain't got my head up m'butt yet,
but as you can see, I'm PUSHIN' REAL HARD

Company, villainous company,
hath been the spoil of me.
- William Shakespeare

You have personal habits that would make a monkey blush!
- "Red Dwarf"

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