He's the guy your wife told you not to worry about. Yeah, that guy.
Bob stole my wife. My wife left me with Bob. Bob can suck my cock. Fuck Bob.
The first Mensch in the morning you greet and the last Mensch at night you whisper good night to.
Could be my Wahnsinns-best-friend for life if only he didnt live in Aachen. Has a cute smile when it is free of intention and a pair of timid, collected, apprehensive eyes. I tell him everything and anything. He accepts huggy and physical people like me. Not the most talkative in person but willing to improve. Very helpful, comforting. Very polite when he wants to be. At the same time hedgehoggy, time-aloner, escapist, rude. Bob is a dream to be with because he makes me feel good, wanted, needed, important. Ready to critisize, go on at something when it is justified. When he doesnt make me feel like a monster that is. Which also happens. But i try not to let it get to me.
"Bob, my niece has accused me of tearing the family apart. Did you experience similar stuff and how did you deal with it?"
or
"Yes, i do, Bob"
or
"Are you awake, Bob?"
Bob is a lad the, that trains his hole life to work at Ullared if a bob is over 40 years old and dosen`t work at Ullared he takes suicide.
a word for the chest of a female.
C: I love bob's. They make me sooooooo happy man.
E: You are a lesbo, lets get married.