Do you find yourself searching for meaning in what you do? Do you often think “what’s the point of it all?” — even when not stoned or drunk? Perhaps you suddenly realise what Camus’ The Myth of Sisyphus means?
Lord Bobo has the solution (after all, we’re omniscient).
You need to join LoyarBurok’s MastHead team.
This is the group of His Supreme Eminenceness’ most loyal minions (though some may waver in their loyalty once in a while… ahem) who exist both in real life and in cyberspace.
The MastHead minions are the ones who peel the purple bananas and stroke the furry backend of the blawg’s inner machinations and machinery, which were set up by Lord Bobo’s trainee Nikola Tesla.
There are, of course, a few basic requirements:
If you’re interested, please email [email protected] with the subject “Lord Bobo, I offer myself to thee!” and one of our MastHead minions will be in touch with more details.
And who knows, you may find a renewed purpose in life. In fact Lord Bobo breathes life into all the different areas of your life.
You may even fall in love.
After all, LoyarBurok is where your purpose in life meets ours.
And you will do all this while having fun, and assisting in our purpose of giving people the space to “shoot their mouths off about anything they like, provided it is done with sufficient pomposity, verbosity and general malapropism to ensure at least one person reading it shakes his/her head in disgust, wonder, amazement, awe or/and bewilderment (hopefully, it all happens at the same time).”
Do it. Jalan. Connect. Caress. Cuddle. Stimulate. Simulate. Salivate.