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She fell down into a whirl pool.
"Oh well," said Jack. He went off and married Halle Barry. Bob, however, was heart broken. He jumped in after Rose only to find her in Luke Skywalker's arms at the bottom of the sea. He then left in a huff and joined a dance troup.
 
Originally posted by Tar-Ancalime
than unbeknownest to him but beknownstt to us...the world ended
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Yay! You used my "unbeknownest to...but beknownst to" line!!!

It was a RiverDance troupe, headed by Wonks so that she could make her tour of Great Britain and put in an extended stay in Coventry with her darling Plate Tectonics Geek.
 
And Bob said, "This is my story! How did Wonks get in my story? She's not supposed to be in here."

Bob was so disturbed that he quit the dance troup and went to the North Pole to paint faces on snow globes.
 
And Wonks exited the story to live her happily ever after life in England with her darling Plate Tectonics Geek whom she loved quite dearly.


And Bob started painting faces on snow globes, but he got stir-crazy and started to paint erotic pitctures of penguins instead.
 
So they had to kick him out of the North Pole. He was sent to the south pole. Once there he befriended a polar bear named Sophie and spent his days playing tictac toe and throwing rocks at the scientists.
 
But then he wondered where he conjured up the images of these pornographic penguins seeing as there are no penguins on the North Pole.
 
must of been his own sick mind he concluded.
Then one day a scientist on the island made a mistake and half the world went up in nuclear fire. Thankfully bob was playing hide and seek with his polar bear friend and was at the oposite side of the earth at the time.
 
There were a lot of solar flares that day.. they danced to the tune of the mad sax.
 
Bod decide he cared nothing for the mad sax, so he went on a tour of the world. Unfortunately the guide on his cruise ship hadn't heard about the nuclear fallout so that when Bob's skin started to turn green he attributed it to that half moldy sandwich he ate in the begining of the story.
 
And then as a certain 19 year old femme was reading the posts on Bob's Ridiculous Story thread she was shocked...as she thought that they had said something COMPLETELY different than Mad Sax (by only one vowell )and she was wondering how they got away with it.

And then Bob drank too much tequila while watching Dangerous Beauty and fell onto the floor.
 
Ok, so, first time RP-ing. So... bear with me... Oh, and I've read only the last 2 pages, so likely I've got the story all messed up, oh well

Having drunk all this tequila, Bob started to see all kinds of strange things on the ceiling... "Hey", he thought, "that looks just like a giraffe", commenting on the lampshade.
 
"Stop this foolishness!" yells a disgruntled man in a millitary outfit..."it's too silly, this skit is over, on the the next one which BTW is a very good number and NOT silly!" he continued on
 
"Never!" shouts Bob. "Never never never..." The giraffe hits Bob on the head for stealing his lamp shade and condemns him to dance the macarena with a fish... a herring, to be specific... a red herring... a communist red herring... a communist red herring with goggles on... a communist red herring with goggles on and a bad case of swimmers ear... a communist red herring with goggles on and a bad case of swimmers ear who didn't care about the stock exchange... a communist red herring with goggles on and a bad case of swimmers ear who didn't care about the stock exchange and thought golf was a silly sport...
 
That offended Bob, since bob was neither a communist ( at least he didnt think he was) AND he loved golf. He lunged at the herring, but it was to quick for him. The herring deftly avoided Bob's fist and gave Bob a backflip kick to the face. Didn't Fat Young Cow use that move in Crouching Goldfish, Hidden Tuna?, bob thought as he drifted into unconciusnous.
 
3 years later, when Bob had finished digging himself out of the parrots he saw how his life had taken many strange turns, and that a diet consisting soley of dead parrot wasn't really that bad.

Anyways, he wanted life to go back to normal, so he went to the nearest pub and ordered the purest liquor available. Unfortunately there was a shortage and Bob ened up drinking two liters of 95% scotch.
 
Whilst completely out of the game after having drunk so much Scotch, many people walked past him, commenting on his slightly colourful appearance. This being a result of his predominantly parrot diet. Upon waking, Bob found a small crowd of people around him, all offering to take him to the nearest hospital. Our hero tried to resist but there was no stopping the men in white coats who eventually put him in the back of a white van.
 
During the following trip in the white van, Bob floundered between waking and sleep. Every once in a while he would see Men, men with white masks, men with white clothes, white tools, white face, white shoes, white eyes, white hats, white HAIR! The World's been WHITE WASHED he cried in agony, and then drifted off into the world of sleep once more.
 
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