Yeah, apparently not, judging by your thread argument selection strategeries. By the way, this is sadly NOT B-Bob typing. I am B-Bob's underpaid caretaker, as of 1/1/05, when he drank himself into a persistent vegetative state (PVS for those in the industry). You may have noticed that he doesn't post much now, or maybe there has been little difference. Mrs. B-Bob pretty much wants to remove the feeding tube, but she enjoys putting sliced jalepenos through the tube when she's punchy. Anyway, there are two other factions. B-Bob's parents don't care at all. His father simply said to me "just don't bring his drooling ass back to Texas" and hung up. The last faction is his boss. I'll call her Mrs. X. Mrs. X is getting some sort of PC credit in the office for having a vegetable on staff and she doesn't want to lose that cache. B-Bob himself only wrote a cryptic line in his will for such cases: "In case of PVS, do not let Sam Fisher into the home. Do not let anyone put the animal costumes on me. What you must do is go to the clutchfans BBS and ask for advice. Those good, sensible people will know what to do." So here I am, asking for your input. If this deserves to just be deleted or something, that's fine. I'm not really used to using a BBS. Hey, what are these? oh I like that one Anyway, please let me know what you think. Thank you. Sincerely, Maurice
Good to see you, Maurice. Welcome to the board. Tell B-Bob that an android is thinking of him. And tell his wife to try habanero peppers. Maybe it will shock him back to, well, whatever he was when he was supposed to be "himself." And this is for you. Enter Maurice Ooh, ah Ooh, ah Ooh, ah Ooh, ah Enter Maurice My dearest darling, come closer to Maurice so I can whisper sweet words of epismetology in your ear and speak to you of the pompitous of love. Even though our road is rough and long, for you to leave me at this time darling, must surely be wrong. So come back and reconsider one more thing. Maurice is the only one to make your little heart sing. Ooh mama ooh, ooh mama ooh How can you do the things that you do? Ooh mama ooh, ooh mama ooh I'm gonna buy you some brand new shoes I'm gonna buy you some brand new shoes Enter Maurice I don't know why you won't make no more apple pie. Since you've been gone it's been starvation mama, ever since I lost my probation. Don't you remember the time that you ended up in jail? That's right darling, it was Maurice who went your bail. Now, there's just one more thing that I want to say before you turn and walk away. Bom Bom Bom Bom do wah da di dit Bom Bom Bom Bom do wah da di dit Bom Bom Bom Bom do wah da di dit... Darling please, don't walk out that door, you must reconsider darling, you've done it so many times before. It's not too late, It's never too late, precious one, for Maurice to love you. Just remember sweetheart, I bought myself a gun and I will be the only one. Steve Miller http://www.gangster-of-love.com/songrtb.html#0 Keep D&D Civil!! And Save B-Bob!!!
Wow I didn't know that Mo-T was B-Bob's guardian. I guess he still wanted to maintain his Houston connection, plus access to the hospitals well stocked pharmacy.
Space Cowboy, simply because you've been deposed, after being deposed, dont tarry. Pull the plug, gangster of love!
In the interests of not starting a new thread... ...something similar is occurring in Brittain, though I think the facts are more favorable to the injured party. http://society.guardian.co.uk/health/story/0,7890,1464933,00.html I'm sure this goes on all the time without all the resulting publicity.
