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Attempted murder should carry the same penalty as first-degree murder. Otherwise, you’re simply rewarding incompetence. —Burt Prelutsky
Absence makes the heart grow fonder. It also tends to get you fired.
Bob's sister Hannah
Bob's sister Ada
Bob's sister Eve
Bob's sister Nan
Bob's brother Otto
A baby picture of Bob and his siblings (clockwise from upper left: Otto, Eve, Hannah, Ada, Bob, and Nan)
Bob's childhood home
Bob's mom and dad
Bob in his youth
Bob's Uncle Ralph and Aunt Edna
Bob's cousin Archibald
Bob's stepbrother Herbie (who really needs to quit smoking)
Bob's cousin Chester
Bob's Great Uncle Norbert and Great Aunt Phyllis
Bob's cousin Saffron (who will do anything for a drink)
Bob's sister-in-law Sybil
Bob's cousin Thorndike
Bob's brother-in-law Vinnie
Bob's cousin Orville, who loves the Green Bay Packers
Bob's nieces Lulu and Bitsy, the biker chicks
Bob's stepsister Eloise, with the twins, Rudy and Trudy
Bob's Uncle Henry and Aunt Rowena
Bob's niece Esmerelda (who likes to live dangerously)
Bob's Great Uncle Arthur up in Saskatchewan
Bob's cousin Louie, the grackle of grumpiness
Bob's nephew Virgil, who loves sports
Miss Screech, Bob's journalism teacher
Bob's second cousin Schlomo in Brooklyn
Bob's Uncle Seymour and Aunt Bernice
Bob's nephew Baxter
Nigel, Bob's pen pal in New Zealand
Bob's sister-in-law Delphine, who volunteers at the animal shelter
Percy the Pickpocket, Bob's third cousin once removed (the relative no one likes to talk about... every family has one)
The Bluebird of Happiness (no relation to Bob)
A pair of boobies (also no relation to Bob, but included for readers who desire titillation)
A pair of tits (in case the boobies were insufficiently titillating)
Bluebird Bitter™, the beer they named for Bob
Reblogged this on Die Erste Eslarner Zeitung – Aus und über Eslarn, sowie die bayerisch-tschechische Region!.
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Thank you! 🙂
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We have to thank you. Have a nice evening. 😉 Michael
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When I lived in China, some of the bicycles and scooters I saw loaded down with goods…I don’t know how those things stayed upright!
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The one with the giant porcelain urns horrified me — to think of that much valuable cargo, so completely exposed and vulnerable — that’s the stuff of which nightmares are made.
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I always worried they would fall over on top of me while walking – like, how does the Embassy report my death in that situation? Killed by falling pallets stacked 30 high on a bicycle? No one here would believe it.
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Glad you lived to tell the tale! 🙂
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Great collection, bob.
Some made me groan “Oh no!” like the bricks or the milkman or (yikes!) the kid in the crate towed behind.
No less than three bad jobs of locking up. At least with the middle one – the motorbike – it actually went through the wheel, making it undriveable even if you took it off the post. The one where the lock isn’t even attached to the bike is the best.
But the one that made me LOL was the bike stuck in cement. With the footprints walking away from it — not going off the walk, but continuing right down the wet-concrete walk. Genius award!
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Imagine what that person’s shoes looked like afterward!
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They all made me chuckle! Reblogged on Dragons Rule OK.
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Reblogged this on Dragons Rule OK..
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Thank you for reblogging. 🙂
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Some of these go way beyond dumb to dumb and dangerous. Some people’s poor children. I hope they survive their parents. 😦 — Suzanne
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They keep their guardian angels very busy. 🙂
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[…] I can’t brain today, I have the dumb — two-wheeler edition […]
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