#dammit bob

[toh-incorrect-quotes]

('Louisiana Fairytale' plays as the camera pans right from a shot of the front of the current project house to TOM SILVA and NORM ABRAM, who are finishing up something ludicrous and impressive with a highly specialized power tool that no mere home handyman would own. BOB VILA enters from the left, yammering on about the project in his standard fashion.)

BOB: Of course, this sort of thing is completely out of my league so when we need something like this done well and done right, we turn to professionals like (points to NORM and TOMMY) master carpenter Norm Abram and his BFF, Tom Silva.

NORM: oh, hey, Bob. Hey, Tommy, look who's here. (TOM nods, acknowledging BOB'S presence. He shoots NORM a significant look.) Say, Bob, we were just wondering... You're here once a week, like clockwork, right?

BOB: Well, yeah, that's how we've been doing this for years now.

(NORM and TOM share another significant look.)

NORM: Right. Well, we just gotta ask ya- who runs Hell while you're here?

BOB (entirely at a loss for an answer) uh... nobody?

TOM: So you just leave Hell unsupervised for long periods of time? (TOM and NORM barely suppress giggles while BOB still fails to get the joke.)

NORM: He would. (He and TOM snicker and return to their project as BOB finally gets it.)

BOB: (obviously annoyed) Did y'all just call me Satan? (Shrugs. Has another thought.) Did y'all just call me stupid? (Another pause.) Oh, my God, you know what? Fu-

[whimsisadie]

Ruby just like

dammit Bob just answer the question

[whimsisadie]

how did u get that in there

[deliriumbubbles]

It’s utterly ridiculous that people can hate on Tubbs for only giving a few fish when he’s been shooed from the bowl (despite giving tons when you let him chill), when Bob the Cat, that asshole, comes to the Cat Metropolis, which is 50 gold fish, and leaves me five silver.

Dammit, Bob.

[railcoinpunch]

Bob

me: *rolls Rs*Zzzdrrrrrrrrr

friend, let's call them Bob for now: Stop trying to be Russian!

me: ...zdrastivoote!

bob: Nani?

[literallybyronic]

i love voicemails that are also wrong numbers.  bob. bob you gotta communicate with me. you gotta let me know what's going on bob.  you gotta give me a call bob.  you're hiding out, you're changing your number, i don't know what's goin on wit you.  boB WHY

[nb-dstri]

Joyce, you know I didn't mean it! Please come back, this can't be over!

JOYCE IS MY BEST FRIEND

[thecastielz-blog]

I've never been so cockblocked in my life.