It's not easy being Bob. Being Bob means doing stupid things, saying stupid things and looking at the stupid side of life. Being Bob and being stupid is not all bad - in fact it's fun.The other day I took my fake turds and put them on the toilet in the guest bathroom. Grace uses this bathroom and she calls it hers.
After I put the fake turds on the toilet there was time to add a little peanut butter to them.
Then I yelled, "Ohhhh my gosh, who did this in the bathroom?!
Wife and Grace come running. Gasps of their surprise echoed off the walls of the room.
"Who did this?" I said. "Who?"
Grace: "Papa, I think it's pretend poo poo. You're playing tricks again."
Me: "Nope, I don't think so. Let me see if this is fake poo poo" as I stick my finger into the pile of fake turds.
I put my finger in my mouth, lick off the peanut butter and "Yuck, this is poo poo!" You taste it Grace!"
Grace running out of the bathroom, "OOOOOH! Gross!"
Wife: "No more shit like that, Bob."
And that's why it's fun being Bob.
5 comments:
It's true...we HAVE to grow old, but we don't have to grow up!!! I like your sense of humor!!! 8thggf @ 9:55a.m.
Joanie: Do you think this post is about getting my shit together? Hahaha!
Absolutely...but now once you've got it together, can you carry it??!!!! :))))) Weird day here, another weekend lost weaiting for repairs to my T-Bird (it's been 'sick' since 6-9-07 I've forgotten how many times I've been stood up!)...as they say nothing in life (that is GOOD is free)...Joanie @ 3:46p.m. Sunday
LMAO!
That is too funny ;)
Heh. Nice. I love it!!
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