That's my whole point about the message "the slurpie machine is on the fritz." Some teenaged dutch boy left the hashish cafe with a terrible case of the munchies only to discover that he can't get his favorite slurpie because the machine is broken. That becomes his next message, and a bunch of tin foil conspiracy nuts (I'm proudly one of them) a couple thousand miles a way spend hours searching for the true meaning when there is nothing there.
Did you ever see the movie Being There with Peter Sellars? If you have, then you should know what I'm talking about.