This is Bob. At least, that's what I call him. And he just tickles the shit out of me. I'll click on this guy and just sit here watching him, giggling to myself all the while.
I call him Bob because he reminds me of the guy that gets my father in trouble all of the time. Bob talks my father into hanging out at the VFW all Saturday afternoon, causing my mother to call me to track him down. Bob buys my father one beer after another. Bob bought my dad so many beers at a wedding we went to, that my dad ended up in the wrong room at the end of the night.
Bob is just a little devil. The next time you find yourself doing something you normally wouldn't, I guarantee Bob is behind your debauchery.
Geez. I know a Bob too. Or is it Bobbee....my mom always blames other people when we step off the straight and narrow - she thinks it's bad influence cos of course her perfect little angels would never conceive of all this mischief on their own.
ReplyDeleteYou know what's really freaking me out? I'm listening to The Bravery on my iPod and Bob is dancing in perfect time to them. I think Bob knows!
ReplyDeleteBob is a minx.
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