*** Note from the author: this is one of a handful of Bob tales available for you to read. If you are demented and enjoyed this, please also read the following tales of Bob’s disturbed dementia here – Bob Files His Taxes & Bob Returns a Video Tape to Blockbuster *** Bob’s Dangling Solution Bob reached his hand out from across his bed to hit the snooze button on his alarm. The alarm had not gone off, but all the same he smacked the button just to show the clock…
Tag: slapstick
Bob Files His Taxes – Original Fiction
The morning was sultry, or at least that was how Bob felt every time he woke up to see that the height of the teepee in his whitey-tighties was larger than normal. He believed this because he couldn’t be bothered to understand the science behind the phenomenon of nocturnal penile tumescence, or as the dudebros, soccer moms and essentially everyone else called it: morning wood. Bob gleefully giggled in a giddily gregarious and gloriously goofy way for precisely 38 minutes, at which point he woke up, went to the bathroom,…