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Wednesday weirdness
bluebird of bitterness
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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
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
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bluebird of bitterness 
Miss Bluebird, I applaud you! You have hit a high note in your plethora of musical portfolio. I hope to hear Beethoven’s Fifth on a overstuffed squeaky porcine.
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When I find it, I’ll be sure to post it.
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Laughing even before I begin to play…played it, funny…thanks for the chuckle.
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OK, that is as impressive as Heck (if the noise is really coming from the chicken). To get one note right would be marvelous, but all of those fast notes being at least close enough to catch it? Wow. Impressive and as Funny as Heck as well…
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The soloist also upholds the classical music tradition of stone-faced performance, under difficult conditions.
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I don’t know how he does it.
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You’ve made an old man very happy. Thank you.
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😀 😀 😀
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Truly weird!
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OMG, I LOVE THIS!! Thanks so much, b.o.b. — and I will be re-blogging it shortly at https://procrastinatingdonkey.blogspot.com/
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Thanks Jenny. ♥️
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I wonder if he can do trills…
THAT, quite frankly, would be amazing!!!
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He’s quite good!
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