Tag: the continuing adventures of bob

A Day In The Life Of Bob #AmWriting #Bob #Absurd #Comedy #Hashtag

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I have written a handful of these tacky little tales of the deranged Bob and his continuing misadventures. If it tickles your fancy, you can read them: Bob’s Dangling Solution, Bob Returns a Video Tape to Blockbuster, and Bob Files His Taxes. May God have mercy on your soul if choose to read them. I’ll say a few “nomine Patris” for you. A Day in the Life of Bob By: Packy The night was sultry, not that this descriptive opening statements has any bearings on the story being told, nor…

Bob’s Dangling Solution – Original Fiction – #BOB

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*** 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…

Bob Returns a Video Tape to Blockbuster – Original Fiction

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Bob Returns a Video Tape to Blockbuster – Original Fiction “It was as humid as hell,” Bob thought gently to himself as he lay horizontally in his recliner, bathed in only his own sweat. The ceiling fan was rocking from side to side in a violent rhythm that made it seem as if it had just snorted a line of coke (not the delicious beverage), but the cool wind generated by these gyrations weren’t enough. Not only was it hot, but the air was filled with the outstanding aroma of…

Bob Files His Taxes – Original Fiction

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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,…