You go to the bank and deposit some cash. But the teller just wants to cash out your ass.

So you head on over to the grocery store. You came to buy some onions, but instead bought a whore.

But how is that possible when you have no money? Surely it'll take more than just calling her "Honey."

You then become discouraged, angry, and displeased. For you can't have sex with a whore for free.

But don't be sad, Bob. If that is really your name. 'Cause those who have no money, also lack brains.

So the next time you're out and want to go shopping. Maybe shop for some looks, a pair of socks, and Bosley.

Because men over 40 who have the name Bob, are no myth, no superstition, no hoax, or fit for The Mobb.

And usually Bob stands for guys named Robert. Specifically only those who wouldn't fit into Hogwarts.

And you'll walk home 10 blocks and not even stop to feed the birds.

You will lock your doors and windows while you try to make a turd.

As you finish wiping and washing your filthy hands, the doorbell will ring abruptly and scare you outta your pants.

Maybe it'll be The Pope. Chuck Norris, or your Mom.

But instead it's just a Jahovah Witness trying to convert you into God.

After slamming the door right in their face you get the sudden urge to wanna fight a Dog.

But your Dog barked a FUCK YOU, right into your face.

Said he would rather bone a little bitch than rub dog shit all over your place.

Fair enough, you thought to yourself as your book shelf shows something missing.

A book on the lives of Bob's around the world, and what to do if they go around passing.

So just be glad you aren't a Bob. Or thankful you have money.

Because you could end up just like this guy wearing a pair of Doc Martin's . . . .

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