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.
Friday, October 10, 2008
American Graffiti
A Ram ... A Lamb ... A Ram ... A Llama ... Ding Dong.
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