the bob who cried wolf

It has been said by numerous people that I have quite the reputation for talking lots and lots of bullshit. And like all things numerous poeple say, this is true. After all, when someone asks me what I did today it can get a tad tedious to say "watched tv, played videogames and read and ate and quite possibly showered" over and over again. so why not in fact, concoct a delicious pack of lies involving women, lasers and amusing innuendos. it keeps the deadly steel trap from going rusty and provides light entertainment and most importantly a breif relief from the monotonous tedium of my day to day scenes.

and heres another unexpected advantage. quite often it means i can tell 100% truth and take it for a test run. if the listener respounds with a distgusted "REALLY!?" then sneaky ole bob can just look at then like they stoopid and say with every ounce of sarcasm "No, not really" and they buy it like a cheap vampire porno.

course like the story goes sometimes people don't beleive me when i am telling the truth and in fact want it to be known as such. its times like these you just got to take the immoral high ground and say "screw you man, aint no more laying hearts bare going on between us no more" and go off in a manly sulk-aka a brooding binge drink.

anyways.....yay for petite emma. with my careful tootalige and guydance she is fast becoming a playa, or at the very least a woman with options. Also I'v kinda broke my phone, so no calls are incoming. its not a huge bigy and i always get a bit suprised when I'm out with friends and their phone dies and they fly off in a panic "OMFG I NEED A CHRAGER! DOES ANYONE HAVE A GODDAMN CHARGER!" some fat bald chap whos name ape escapes me said it was mucho no no to get so attached to material possesions that aren't guitars.

thought of the day-when studying romantacism always mention the industrial revolution and you've got a 50/50 chance of blagging yourself a mark