Hour of Slack #1452 – Evil Susie’s Yard Sale of Secrets

Hour of Slack #1452 - Evil Susie's Yard Sale of Secrets

We proudly present a recent episode of “Bob’s” Slack Time Funhouse: a true masterpiece by Rev. susie the Floozie, originally broadcast on WREK Atlanta. As she describes it:

“You know, people sometimes see me as being little more than a pair of jiggling boobs–but if they’d look up, they’d see a mirror image of the same seething bicameral action going on under my beehive hairdo, complete with brain cleavage to match! Personally speaking, I had a bit of a psychotic break…and with two years of failure and withdrawal reaching a boiling point, the only therapy I have is to closet myself up working on the FUNHOUSE. But oh, this Bataan Death March of an episode was precisely the wrong kind of show for someone whose personality was fracturing into madness to immerse herself in–because the ingredients of this show are precisely that, broken mirror-shards of me. For once, I feel appropriate describing this episode as being “totally insane”–because this excursion truly is the product of my absolute blithering insanity.

“In this episode, I use my own evil Recombinant Comedy(tm) devices on myself, blasting my own words into rubble and reassembling them into a scenario that takes its own form….but this time I’m not in the driver’s seat. From the very start, Evil Susie started taking the plot into wildly apeshit left-field areas, leaving me feeling as if I were being dragged along behind a fucking rampaging tank. But what a goddamned ride she took me on! The soundcollaged bits began to form into madly veering fractals that twisted and pretzeled upon themselves, resulting in unforeseeable madness that gobsmacked even me. Flying dogs! Rump roast horrors! Dead sixth graders! As the hemispheres of my brain erupted in all-out hammer-and-tongs warfare, turning the simple premise of the Flooze and Evil Susie spending some idle time together into an orgy of shortsighted murderous mayhem, I found myself gasping with helpless laughter to the point of hiccups.

“So yeah…I suggest you strap yourself in good and tight for this dizzyingly gutsplitting romp, because tonight you will be pissing yourself in hilarious ecstasy as the two Susies expose shocking secrets, sidesplitting shames, and jawdropping passions!”

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