life is more fun blurry.
-Bob

seventyone

i'm so happy im a chore for you.

seventy

hahahahhaha i taped the toilet seat down.

By the Way Bob...

So how do i get people to this blog?

Time to make a splash!!!!

I love this blog. Bob it is fun and fresh. I believe this blog would really kick ass if we as members all tried to get one new person each to join the interaction, just an idea (love ya peeps).

Yeah Yeah Yeah

I heart Big Snow Flakes!!!

Not that far Away.

So last night i watched Idoitcracy on Comedy Central last night. It was pretty far fetched, or I thought. After all the fucking morons I dealt with today, the world seems to have no hope whats so ever (watch the movie for reference if needed, I recommend either a twelver or plenty of good green)

These clouds need to go away. I'm ready to pull out the bike and actually feel better, get the endorphins flowing, if you will.

They just don't want to cooperate.

sixtynine.

i only have so much to give.

thank you magical computer god.

my computer magically fixed itself. woot. woot. woot.

sixtyeight.

do you remember life before google?

Shit.

Things were going so swimmingly. Then I hear a song.

And I'm back to square one again.

i have super powered saliva glands. so i wonder, when i have cottonchops, is this what a normal person's mouth feels like.
-Bob

sixtyseven.

who wants to come over and get naked and smoke some pot?

zombies are fucking scary

Life is dumbfounding.
So complex that you can't even wrap your mind around it because life is endless possibilities in infinite space and time.
On the other hand, we could be some distant planet's number 1 sitcom/soap with enough meta to befuddle anyone's sense of reality.

i don't believe that people are better because of their financial status, but i hate myself for not being able to provide f@or my friends. i hate myself for not being able to feed my boyfriend. fuck, i can't feed myself.
-Bob@

sixtysix.

your friends have blue eyes and brown eyes and hazel eyes and maybe even green eyes. all my friends have red eyes.

sixtyfive.

im so high n all i can think was that a little boy or did trevor caron walk by?

sixtyfour.

be weary of your friends who bluff well in games as it often translates into life.

sixtythree.

welcome to the twenty-first century;
the public stoning has gone out of style.

welcome to the state of emergency;
you and i were manufactured for spare body parts.

welcome to the twenty-first century;
and kiss your own ass goodbye.