Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Bobs

Da bobs. Let's say there is a blizzard. We're playing the New York giants, and our players are twelve inches tall, but we got the Bobs and he's full sized. . .I'll take da Bobs.

Who is da Bobs? Bobs is Lynzy's co-habitant. Boyfriend. O-sh!#.

Good news though. Bobs is a fine fella. He ordered this laptop for me. He also ordered me to write this.

Bobs is a good dude. I will tell you that his taste is footwear is a bit debatable. If the worst thing you have to say about a fella is his footwear is debatable, you probably got a good dude on your hands.

Serious peeps, I could not be happier that my daughter is dating a fine fella like Bobs. Note to all you single ladies out there -- remember what makes a difference. Compassion, devotion and general good heartedness are the finest qualities you can find in a man.

Note to Bobs: give up on the dirtbike, it ain't gonna happen for a while. . .

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