Bob's wit is a scalpel- a sharp knife applied with sure precision.

Whether he's making you laugh your ass off with a sly retort or just generally knocking your socks off with a beautifully written "snapshot" of some moment in time, you're sure to come away from an encounter with Bob finding you've dropped something- which he'll then pick up and add to his collection in the garage, between that old lawn mower and the tore-up cat toy climby-thing, and if you try to come to his house and get it back, he'll stand in his yard yelling and throwing things at you.

Old shoes, mostly.


Bob was the second and last person I "stalked" on Tribe - basically, since no one else has measured up since then, he's ruined the rest of Tribe for me. I sort of hate him, a little.


Way to go, Bob, I hope you're happy!



Oh, and also, he likes to ski.

knock knock

.. who's there?

who

.. who who


bob the owl is cool ~

bob's writings make my heart sing again; if i can become half the scribe he is...
:)t

Shut up, Bob!
(But, you know, in the very bestest way... <grin>)

Hey, you know, you're pretty hot for a 94 year old!

You know how everyone drives, but not like Al Unser or Michael Schumacher; and how everyone can cook, but not like Emeril or Wolfgang Puck; and everyone can run, but not like Jesse Owens or Carl Lewis? Well everyone can write, but not like Bob.