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This is just a glimpse of what is to come, and it's all good.
I love looking straight up Bob's nose, whose with me? I know it's just a picture, but I'm still afraid that
he is going to drool on me.
Watcha gonna do with all that junk, all that junk inside your trunk? Junk = Bob
Bob, not happy at all to be standing infront of the White House, he just might be a terrorist, and that "U.S. Coastal
Patrol" t-shirt is the perfect disguise.
Careful Bob you are going to rip a hole in that wall.
No that's not Shooter McGavin it actually is Bob, I couldn't tell at first either.
Don't worry you're not the only one that got a boner while looking at this picture.
Bob, he plays to win.
I like that face, but what's with the socks on your lap.
Dang Bob if you have to poop that bad go to the restroom, and be careful not to get shit on that sweet ZZTop shirt.
The closest Bob will every get to a black person without getting beaten.
I don't even know what to say, for some reason the only thing I can think about is Snoopy playing poker.
Here he is praying his penis was an inch longer, bringing the total to 1 inch.
He is so sad because his shake is almost gone.
The camera must be a boy because Bob is seducing the shit out of it.
Here he is forgetting how furniture works.
Trying really hard just to be normal.
I think that is his serious face, or maybe his constipated face.
I can’t see what is happing under the water, but if I had to guess I would say his dick is in the filter.
The whitest man you will ever see, sporting an authentic Jamaica t-shirt.
He is trying his hardest not to get cold out in the snow, but I think I see a spot
by his nose that isn’t covered.
Bob is way to smart to fall for the old "you have something on your shirt" trick…
…but he just can’t remember how to pull it off on somebody else.
Creeper 101 - Lesson 1: Give the camera a creepy smile.
Creeper 101 - Lesson 2: try to sneakily look at other peoples' photos.
Bob's fat ass ripped his jeans when he was stretching his leg out.
Careful Bob you don't want to rip those pants, too.
Tweakin' some nobs.
I can’t see what is happening out of frame, but somehow I have a feeling his dog is involved because only
Myah can cause him to make that face.
Proving that Bob is actually my grandpa’s age, he is wearing a shirt that he got at a BB King concert.
I think I can see Bob's camel toe.
Bob, get your hand out of your pants.
If you didn't believe that Bob was Irish you can't deny it now because his shirt says "Made in Ireland", his hat says
"Ireland", and he has green elf ears. Is that not enough proof for you?
"Bob look over here we are trying to get a picture of you."
"Eww, nevermind, go back to looking over there."
No matter how hard you wish, Bob, that glass of beer will never turn into a penis.
Digging for gold.
What Bob doesn't know is that we replaced his normal Nutty Bar with shit.
Bob takes another shot in the eye.
Here Bob is showing off the mustache that he has been growing for months.
Bob looks upset he must have lost his pens... oh, nope there they are on his shirt, nevermind.
Bob, you have a little seamen residue left on your mouth.
I had no idea that it snowed in Walgreens, that's amazing.
How do you beat a photo of Bob? A photo of Bob with a photo of Bob hanging on the wall in the background.
Bob doing what he does best, eating.
He looks so said, he must have finished his ice cream treat.
Here Bob is showing how much he dominates at work.
Bob is not worried about being shot because he always has his invisible shields up, and he knows that sweet island shirt
will protect him.
Smile, don't you know God loves you...
...come to think of it I love you, too.
Here Bob is explaining what he wants to do with Big Red later.
I think Bob is attempting to take credit for Nathaniel's can pyramid.
Bob is doing his moves, his sexy dance moves.
No wonder Bob doesn't have his license, he thinks this is what you do when you drive.
You can tell Bob is not an athlete because he thinks an umbrella is a golf club.
A umbrella is not a weapon, Bob.
Strut your stuff.
I think he is trying to scare away ducks like Sean Connery in The Last Crusade, but all he does is scare away girls.
Okay Bob it is not raining and you are not Mary Poppins, put the umbrella down.
Bob has a chair so he is satisfied.
I have no idea why Bob is so suprised by the beer pong table.
Bob's oven mits, Bob's pan, Bob's food, not Bob's house.
Does a Bob shit in the woods? Probably not because he has "sanitary issues."
I don't know which is more crooked, Bob's glasses or his tie.
I think Bob is doing a sexy pole dance and a Bill Clinton impression. "I did not have sexual relations with that woman,
Miss Lewinsky."
I don't think but is in the mood to be photographed.
I call this picture "Who ate the last slice of pizza."
I bet Bob is on the phone with his lady friend, and by that I mean his mom.
Too many dicks on the dancefloor.
Bob Shirtless Gentlemen start your boners because here
is a bunch of pictures of Bob without his shirt on.
Here he is trying to cover up his beautiful body with his arms.
Again
trying to cover up his naked nipples.
Here he is
wishing that Pepsi bottle was a man dick.
He is clearly not
enjoying the night in the swimming pool.
But fully
loving the pink volleyball.
Please don’t
hide it the ladies love it.
You don’t need to cover up, Bob, it is
night and the sun can’t get to you.
Bob is doing his two favorite things, eating and touching himself.
Bob's trying to show of his America trunks, but nobody is looking.
Bob is enjoying the shallow end.
Now he's on the move.
He's getting a little deeper.
Oh shoot Bob is too lazy to swim so there is a good chance that he will drown.
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