Poor Bob.
He probably doesn’t mind at all, but he’s gone from a surfer dude, to being a competition ringer at the first Fest and thereby a momentary Sportsmart employee, thence to a OGS employee, to a house-sitter, to a flunky for an egomaniac with a budget… while being a house-sitter again. It can’t be a calming turn of fortune. Fortunately, Bob supplies his own calm. ‘Til he’s crushed under a kid flyin’ around on a skateboard.
Bob’s my hero.
Bob groks the fullness. This is only temporary.
fusilier
James 2:24
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tK9qE81uAGU
Paste fails to put 2 and 2 together to get “company health insurance claim.”
Bonk “Ow!”
Bonk “Ow!”
Bonk “Ow!”
Bonk “Urrrgggghhh…”
Industrial accident.