After a promising beginning, Bob has become a paunchy, middle-aged man with little bird legs and low self esteem. Corporate America has all but broken his spirit and robbed him of his will to live, but, with the help of powerful medication, he somehow finds the inner strength to amuse himself by writing meaningless prose and mindless verse. He lives in Atlanta, can’t get a date and spends his spare time watching his hair turn white.
Sunday, September 7, 2008
I'm Going to Burn for This One!
Let's see ... who had the lamb? ... don't forget to add the tip...
... look at the price of this wine! ... I told you we should have gotten a pitcher ...
... let's just split it 12 ways ... no! You don't owe anything ... you're the Host!
No ... I think that one looks more like a bunny rabbit.
I've seen this one before. Let's see if we can get Seinfeld.