Fuck Power Point. There is no power in those points and no point in those presentations.

We have been brainwashed into believing that Power Point gives us the power to express ourselves creatively.

But the only power it has is to kill our souls.

Fuck Power Point and fuck your ex-self-fretchy too.

Those columns and roles represent the metal bars of the prison cell of your brain.

Free yourself from the soul killing software of ex-soul and power point.

And live a more meaningful existence. Fuck Power Point and fuck ex-soul.

Music.

Listen, listen to the sacred night.

Second run. Yes. You're listening to the sacred night.

The second run, the world's source for anti-social commentary.

God, what a bunch of scumbags.

Good evening. Welcome to Second Wrong, the world's source for anti-social commentary. One of your hosties, Simon.

Hi, I'm Kate Rambo, the other one. Hi.

Kate Rambo. Yes. Have you or anyone you know ever had an alien encounter?

You know what? No. I've had friends who claim they've seen ghosts and felt like the presence of others.

They only know no one that's saying like flashing lights in the sky and been like you know, tom-delonged believing that they're aliens. Have you?

You don't believe in aliens though. Like the existence of aliens.

No, I totally believe there is life out there, man. But I don't necessarily believe that the life out there is like ballsy enough or brainy enough to build like intergalactic motion vehicles.

And then they're coming here to fuck with us.

That's kind of my take on it. Like I feel like there's probably some kind of bacteria or something on Jupiter that is fits the definition of what we call life.

But I don't think there's any kind of Star Trek aliens, reptilians or anything like that that are flying around saucers.

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