FUN W/ BOB

Numbers. Action. Betty. Round. English.

I’m a sucker

For some reason, I can’t seem to say “no” to the dogs for too long. I just got through with a light dinner for myself after I had fed them. Of course they looked at me and begged. And stern I was, telling them “NO!” and keeping them away. But when I was finished? Those sultry, pouty eyes overpowered me, and I just had to put out some turkey for them.

I’m such a sucker. Let’s hope I don’t have kids to spoil.



Money money money money money… Money!
This just in on 20/20: Nigeria scamming Americans. No freaking duh. I mean, seriously, I don’t care how many ways they say that anyone can fall for it, you have to be pretty dumb to read an email from some “Nigerian Prince” that has “45 million dollars” that he’ll share with you, if you just pay some nonsensical $500 fee to get it out of somewhere.

Helllo!? HE’S GOT 45 MILLION DOLLARS. Don’t you think that if he has that much money, he can pay the damn fee himself without your help? Yeah… think that one through and get back to me.

Hey, I’m a sucker…. But not that kind of sucker. Suckers.



Remember Me?
Yes, Lance Armstrong, I remember you. Right about now, though, I’d give anything to forget your stupid-line-reading-ass. Seriously? Give cancer a chance, man. Jesus, I think we should cancel Bristol Meyers Squibb. Or at least their TV license or something. And what kind of name is that, anyway? Armstrong…. How gay.



Left all alone. Frown :-(
Home alone. 10pm. Girl working late. I hope. Thank goodness for me there’s internet porn.
Otherwise I’d have to go and stalk my woman. ...buuuut, it’s nap time now. Love that after-porn nap!

Peace…. Zzzzzz….. Zzzz….