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I have no idea what I am writing about today.
Lets see...the columns was supposed to be submitted on Thursday, to be posted Thursday night, in order to make
it available on the web by Friday...
Here it is Friday night and still nothing...I checked the Ask Bob email to see if anyone
sent any questions...nothing! So I guess all your mutha's know everything, huh?
It took an hour and a half to check TheWeirdcrap emai! And it wasn't spam, I deleted that junk in about 15 minutes.
When we started this site in 2000, I had dreams of getting email from web surfers...just because that meant that
the web site had traffic. Now, I answered 1/2 the emails and didn't set up any of the link requests (because the
site is getting an extreme make-over and it's not finished yet).
So there you have it, I get the traffic I dreamed of four years ago and it just ends up being work...the only emails
I don't get are Ask Bob questions...which is all I ever really wanted.
So since I have no topic for this column and I do have about 4 beers in me, I'll just ramble about whatever pops
in my head.
So I drive into a gas station, on the way home from work today, and the only available space is behind some lady
who is parked in front of two gas pumps with her fuckin' SUV...after finishing a conversation with some lady at
another gas pump, she wallows into the station to pay..."Great I think, why doesn't she pay with a card at
the pump like everyone else?"
While the next lane clears another car pulls into it and I look into the mart, and that lady decided to do all
her shopping at the convienent store instead of the super market. About 5 minutes later, she's still inside shopping...I'm
sitting behind her, and another pump opens up.
So I back up a bit and pull into the open pump. Another person starts pumping gas the same time as me, and goes
to the store to pay....meanwhile, my tank fills and I get a message at the pump to go inside to get my reciept
(no paper). So I think, that lady got a similar message and that's why she's inside....Nope, she's buying cigarettes
for herself and friends, lottery tickets, scratch and sniff to win tickets, car washes and just about anything
that has no value that a convienent store has too offer.
I pull into that place at 4:05 pm, between these two ladies who apparently live at the Kwik-ie mart, I don't get
out til 4:30 pm and all I got was gas. I don't know what this has to do with anything, other than if you (visitors)
don't send me some sort of questions to Ask
Bob, you will be forced to read more meaningless banter.
Oh, wait...I did get an email question...here it is:
Samantha writes:
Dear Bob,
I love bacon, yet I want to loose some weight. How can I accomplish both goals?
Because I rambled on about absolutely nothing, I'll have to answer this email next week. Sorry, this only goes
to prove that Stephen
Johnson is a candy-ass, momma's boy!
And now you know!
COMING NEXT:
DON'T EAT THAT LARD, PLAIN...put a little sugar in it!!!
Ask Bob a Question!
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