Maybe I’m just in a mood, but I’m tempted to write the company and tell them that I appreciate their not-so-subtle symbolic salute to “our” lord satan.
How long do you think it would be before you saw a new and improved container?
PIK-NIK spelt backwards yields “KIN-KIP”, or in other words, sleep with your relatives. They’re advocating incest! Right there on the can!
It’s obviously “Bob” Reynolds. Enough slack and you are your own antichrist…
Old Saint Nick…
Me, too! But right now I am loving my insomnia, because it has allowed me to find some true gems of threads, like this one.
Having sex with your relatives on the can? I can’t begin to tell you what’s wrong with that statement.
Satan is Ol’ Scratch. Scratch and Nik are practically the same thing. Q.E.D.
The SubGenius Must Have Slack! 
Hail Bob! Hail Slack!
Well for one thing it’s traditionally done in the outhouse.
I CAN’T help it…YOU are my new GOD…unless the new God does in fact find a way to disable CAPS online, then I revert back to worshipping the oak twig covered in butter I found last Christmas next to Grandma’s snozzie…but I digress