Joe "Catfish" Provo's World-Wide-Weirdness

I've lost wisdom for salad.


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Rather Obvious Joe Provo Fact Number Thirty:
He once got someone drunk to sign a check to the Church of the SubGenius.

"A construct made of cloned human tissue, augments, anxiety, depression, and unforcused rage, a killing machine for whichever humans rented me, until I made a mistake and got my brain destroyed."

Bob the Angry Flower demands TRIBUTE! KNEEL BEFORE HIS MIGHT

Want more spew? Let's watch some cartoons! Oh wait - now is time for the commercial interruption!

And as a parting shot, one of those insufferable Saturday Morning toy advertizements:

It's Ms. Scientist! New from Mattel Group.  
For ages three and up.  

Cheers,
joe