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But Charley horse felt it necessary to point out that,

"Hey dude!Bob why are you here?" he asked bob, bob shook his head, cursed and replied,

" You tell me!"
 
"I would tell you" Charley Horse replied, "but I've lost the power to talk, see." "wait" Bob said, "you're talking now," "no I am not! horses can't talk."...........
 
"See really I'm talking." Cheryl( that was her name right?) said. "See bob im a puppet master." she stated putting charly horse down
 
But her name was Sheri. . .so she decided to put Bob through a paper shredder! It was then that everyone realized that Bob was a paper doll.
 
*Comes back to thread after about 40 pages or so...*

Bob, being in grave danger (as a paper doll, you never know what might happen, you might get eaten by a paper-eating sock), obviously got himself into more. Some small green, african mongeese stole him from whoever had him before, and began to toast him lightly over a match. Well, several matches because they kept on going out, and the mongooses burnt their fingers, except mongeese don't really have fingers, more paws and Craig had ought to settle on a fixed plural for mongoose and stop writing in incredibly long and drawn out sentences... like this one.

Then, all of a sudden ********* appeared! ********* saved Bob, and Bob was eternally grateful (rather like the little green aliens in Toy Story). Except Bob didn't know who ********* really was because instead of letters, he had used cunning asterixes! Bob stated this in no uncertain terms to *********, and ********* replied that there was a great need for secrecy, but he was infact.............
 
because everytime he tried to say the name a moderator came in to the room and hit him over the head with a rubber mallet.
 
he cried as he felt the flesh on his body, but then he got shot..so i gues life wasnt that great afterall.
 
Fortunately he only was shot in the foot. He hopped up and down and up and down, clutching his foot. It became a new dance craze and everyone started to do the Bob Hop.

Eventually the name was changed to the Hob Bop, however, and Bob's part in it was forgotten by all but a few, deranged individuals on a web-forum somewhere.
 
But Bob didn't care that he was almost forgotten, because his last name was full of Hope, even though the Hope had passed away.
 
Since niether were on mainstreem, prime time TV they actually were forgotten and no longer important to all the newly accepted fads that all sucked anyway
 
It wasn't fair because Bing always got the girl at the end of the Road pictures anyway even though Bob was so much more fun. . .
 
But alas he couldn't have everything well at least he was real and not paper. Although thought Bob, 'maybe I have some hope, if I improve, then I can get the girls and be funnier, Hmmmmm.'
 
So he tried this by watching all the Sean Connery James Bond movies (since we all know roger moore was just a big ugly pilaf head anyway). And within two weeks of self changing habbits he was an almost genetic double of (young) sean connery. Sexy welsh accent and all! ^^
 
He drove around town in a Austin Martin and had a grand old time. But whenever he got a date she'd push the wrong button and end up ejected by the ejector seat.
 
while this drove away most women, it attracted ***** galore's cousin, who liked getting judo flipped
 
But seeing as the editting software did not approve or Ms. Galore's first name, a perfectly legitamate word in many cases, she had to be striken from Bob's list of possible dates, and he was left alone. . .but he still had his surface to air missiles!


and his trunks. . ..
 

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