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In California, thieves have three choices: They can go to prison, Sacramento, or Washington D.C.
—Burt Prelutsky
I had a really bad day. First, my ex was run over by a bus. Then I got fired from my job as a bus driver. Bummer.
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Home sweet home
Bob's sister Hannah
Bob's sister Ada
Bob's brother Otto
Bob's sister Eve
Bob's sister Nan
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 cousin Alphonse
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 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
Miss Screech, Bob's journalism teacher
Bob's nephew Winthrop, who loves sports
Bob's Uncle Seymour and Aunt Bernice
Bob's second cousin Schlomo in Brooklyn
Bob's nephew Baxter
Bob's cousin Darrell
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)
Bluebird Bitter™, the beer they named for Bob
Yes, those evil underpants.
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And I want to know what’s next in the worst way!
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So do I.
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Ik!!! I would read it!
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I would totally call my sister’s boyfriend human “whatnot” if he had the same name as one of our goats.
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Reblogged this on wordrefiner.
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Thank you for reblogging. 🙂
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Orthodox monks and bears made my day.
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I loved that one.
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Wow! That opening line is great. What a hook. And I love the woman who is now in Poland.
But how sad is the birthday party one?
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Re: Isaac’s story — I don’t think I’ve ever seen an opening line that made me more eager to keep reading.
The birthday one was bittersweet — sad that the other kids were so mean, but happy that the birthday boy had one friend who was worth inviting to his party.
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[…] Friday chuckles — bluebird of bitterness […]
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Thank you for the link. 🙂
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The last one. ABSOLUTELY the last one…
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I try to save the best for last. 🙂
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Chill, human Nigel, you could be apologizing because you killed your friend’s mom, or, worse yet, that friend whose mom you killed could have been “Finger Taints”… And remember, don’t let your kids grow up to be a-holes, like those ultra-a-hole golfers, but to look on the bright side, like Mommy Owl’s 7-year old.
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Love them/
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Excellent, every one. Thanks, BoB 🙂
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Somehow I always save these to read when I need a really good belly laugh. So many good ones but the Oreo’s on the floor made my upstairs neighbors wonder what was going on down here.
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Can’t decide which was the funniest. Although I was touched by the one serious post about the birthday party.
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My wife informs me that the Oreos on the floor constitute Cruel and Unusual Punishment. Just sayin’…
(Just wait until the baby comes and she can whack him upside the head again!)
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Each and every one a perfect gem! … well done. 🙂
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