Post by John Barnett on May 12, 2004 15:25:20 GMT -5
Bob. Robert James Paulson to be exact. Before he ever met Chloe, before he lost his manhood, Bob was a world champion body builder. At one time, Bob was what you might call a ladies' man. He had biceps, triceps, piceps, you name it. Bob could have bench pressed a Sumo wrestler if he wanted. He was a very strong and powerful man...until of course he met Penelope.
Penelope was a babe, she looked kind of like Cameron Diaz. Long blonde hair, blue eyes, perfect body...gorgeous. She was a knockout. At one time, Bob thought he loved her for some reason. So he married her. That was the single biggest mistake of his life. Only a few short weeks later, Bob found out that Penelope had been eating up his bank accounts faster than Chloe could have scarfed down a platter of shrimp. Bob never saw it coming. He was devastated. This monster that he claimed to love only wanted him for his money. He was an emotional wreck, so he turned to the bottle. He waited for her to come home one evening after she had been gone on a three-day shopping spree at the Mall of America. When she came in that night, Bob was waiting. Since he was drunk, he was not in his right mind. He grabbed her by the throat and demanded an explanation and threatened to turn her over to the police. She tried to speak, but couldn't because he was choking her. Bob was yelling at Penelope, each time spitting drop after drop of saliva onto her face. Her face was turning blue and slimey. The drunk finally realized why she was silent and let go, that's when Penelope kicked him in the groin and shattered a beer bottle over his head. Bob hit the floor and Penelope ran for the door. She took a drive down town to a local bar. After a couple of smokes and a drink, she decided she had to go back and take care of some unfinished business.
She returned to the house moments later to finish what she had started. When she arrived Bob was still knocked out cold in a puddle of his spit in the bedroom floor. She pulled him up off the floor and dragged him up onto the bed. She handcuffed his right arm to the head post. Then she slipped in the floor and fell face first in Bob's spit and blood. After cleaning her face, she grabbed a large kitchen knife and a banana and returned to the bedroom. She then yanked off Bob's pants and boxers. Then she peeled the banana and cut the top of it off. Slowly she continued slicing the banana into little pieces. She felt it would help her to do the real job. She ate a couple of bites and then pulled out Bob's manhood and put the cold knife blade to it. She was hesitant and unsure, but she said to herself, "Well, it can't be that different from cutting dead fish." So she began to saw a way. Bob knew not what was happening to him. And the rest is history...Bob was bobbed.
Penelope once again got back in Bob's car and flew out of the driveway. Several miles down the road, Penelope thumped Bob's manhood out her window like a piece of chewing gum into some poor, unsuspecting person's lawn. She opted not to mail it to his mother. She then left town to escape a prison sentence, taking with her Bob's money, Bob's car, Bob's everything, and a bloody kitchen knife. No one has seen or heard from her since.
This is how Bob was bobbed.
Penelope was a babe, she looked kind of like Cameron Diaz. Long blonde hair, blue eyes, perfect body...gorgeous. She was a knockout. At one time, Bob thought he loved her for some reason. So he married her. That was the single biggest mistake of his life. Only a few short weeks later, Bob found out that Penelope had been eating up his bank accounts faster than Chloe could have scarfed down a platter of shrimp. Bob never saw it coming. He was devastated. This monster that he claimed to love only wanted him for his money. He was an emotional wreck, so he turned to the bottle. He waited for her to come home one evening after she had been gone on a three-day shopping spree at the Mall of America. When she came in that night, Bob was waiting. Since he was drunk, he was not in his right mind. He grabbed her by the throat and demanded an explanation and threatened to turn her over to the police. She tried to speak, but couldn't because he was choking her. Bob was yelling at Penelope, each time spitting drop after drop of saliva onto her face. Her face was turning blue and slimey. The drunk finally realized why she was silent and let go, that's when Penelope kicked him in the groin and shattered a beer bottle over his head. Bob hit the floor and Penelope ran for the door. She took a drive down town to a local bar. After a couple of smokes and a drink, she decided she had to go back and take care of some unfinished business.
She returned to the house moments later to finish what she had started. When she arrived Bob was still knocked out cold in a puddle of his spit in the bedroom floor. She pulled him up off the floor and dragged him up onto the bed. She handcuffed his right arm to the head post. Then she slipped in the floor and fell face first in Bob's spit and blood. After cleaning her face, she grabbed a large kitchen knife and a banana and returned to the bedroom. She then yanked off Bob's pants and boxers. Then she peeled the banana and cut the top of it off. Slowly she continued slicing the banana into little pieces. She felt it would help her to do the real job. She ate a couple of bites and then pulled out Bob's manhood and put the cold knife blade to it. She was hesitant and unsure, but she said to herself, "Well, it can't be that different from cutting dead fish." So she began to saw a way. Bob knew not what was happening to him. And the rest is history...Bob was bobbed.
Penelope once again got back in Bob's car and flew out of the driveway. Several miles down the road, Penelope thumped Bob's manhood out her window like a piece of chewing gum into some poor, unsuspecting person's lawn. She opted not to mail it to his mother. She then left town to escape a prison sentence, taking with her Bob's money, Bob's car, Bob's everything, and a bloody kitchen knife. No one has seen or heard from her since.
This is how Bob was bobbed.
