Clouds are nothing but egotistical bastards who spend all day doing nothing but looking down at us. Damn judgy clouds.
This is so true. When I was growing up, my dad always called me his "happy little accident." It was a nickname that he gave me and seven other kids who he sometimes brought around the house.
But, come on, raccoons are happy creatures too! They love to creep into your garage and rummage through your garbage, making a mess of everything. Fun!
This just in: Bob wants only happiness in his works of art. And, boy, does he deliver. Those trees scream happiness.
And knowing how much game Bob had, I'm betting he left many a canvas feeling very satisfied.
But my mom said I would go blind if I beat it too much.
I'm not making this sexual. Bob is.
I have tried to make friends with trees on several occasions, but every time they go out they leaf me behind.
That sound you hear is Bob turning in his grave after having to listen to that joke.
Because if you did then you would be chasing yourself and that would look weird.
It has been said that Bob's touch is even lighter than an angel's wings. It's like a ghost giving you an air kiss while a cool summer breeze blows in your face. Basically, it's a light as this.
Seriously, anyone who can have the same look for decades, not change it and still work it like a boss, is the bravest person in the world.
I know exactly where my little footy hills live. They live in my heart, to the left of my unicorn collection and to the right of that bacon sandwich I ate last night.
Bob is a little off on this one. Nothing is worse than yellow snow. Trust me, I know from personal experience.
Unless it is a banana. Then don't bother going out on that limb. Bananas suck.
Bob is your pusher...of happiness, smiles and sunshine.