Bob Ross Memes Novels & Stories

Bossbrad advised him. "She's unsightly, mom-in-law," Ros stated what John stated. John stored giggling in addition to Anthony's different henchmen. "One more, Rose." Jero will repeat to him. "She's unsightly, mom-in-law." Ros smiled once more. "One more. Faster with feelings like your insulting, Ros" Jake ordered right here and he could not prevent giggling. "HE'S UGLY, MOTHER!" The 3 laughed at every difference nearly retaining their stomachs. Even even though Bossbrad attempted to be serious, he nonetheless could not prevent giggling. Ros has no concept of what they're coaching him, however, he simply is going in conjunction with their laughter.

"Any woman can suck or fuck, but the girls in here have the best tits anywhere." "A nice ass is good too." Ross said. At that moment a particularly athletic ash blonde was helping herself from the vat next to him. He reached over and started groping her hard buttocks. She stopped ladling sperm to smile over her shoulder at him. "You gonna eat my come, slut?" He asked, punctuating it with a slap of her ass, which didn't wobble at all. "This is my second helping," She said in a cute little-girl voice. "Its so tasty."

Evelyn chuckled, a dry, papery sound. Marcel took a long sip of his drink, a slow smirk spreading across his face. "The Rossis are desperate. They’ve been humiliated, stripped of their money, and now their 'shield' is in Czar's hands. They’re no longer a family—they’re a cornered animal."

Old Barry left shortly after that, saying he'll retire for the night. Ross stayed by my side, even teasing Old Barry for his bedtime. Then, Ross turned to me and shyly scratched the back of his head. "Your impression of us might've been tainted by Old Barry. Don't worry, Fall, he has the worst attitude! The rest of us are kind!" He beamed. He acts like a child...but I guess nothing can surpass that jerk's childishness because Ross is more tolerable than his boss.

Ross had said, "I'd say that thing about Black guys having big côcks was a myth, but I don't have enough data to reach a conclusion. The only Black guy I've seen naked in real life is my roommate, and he's hung like a Clydesdale." Although Lisa had certainly seen more than her fair share of côcks of all races, she decided not to comment. Instead, she asked, "Any other stereotypes you can think of?" "Yes, but I don't want to say it. I'd hate to offend you," he said sincerely. "Just say it," Lisa replied. "Well, I've heard rumors that... um... Jewish girls... um...." He was too embarrassed to continue. Lisa said what Ross would not: "There's a rumor that Jewish girls give the best blow jobs."

“I don't want my grandma's name in your filthy mouth Ross. Don't even pretend to offer any condolences.” “Woah easy! I didn't even utter her name. I know her death must've been a blow to you but you shouldn't shun those who are trying to sympathise.” “I don't need your bloody sympathy. And just pray to God that you had nothing to do with this....or else, I swear to god I'll...” Ross chuckling made him pause. This bastard thought this was funny. Ross had a bad habit of toying with people's emotions. He loved taking a serious conversation and turning into something...fun for himself.

Bossbrad advised him. "She's unsightly, mom-in-law," Ros stated what John stated. John stored giggling in addition to Anthony's different henchmen. "One more, Rose." Jero will repeat to him. "She's unsightly, mom-in-law." Ros smiled once more. "One more. Faster with feelings like your insulting, Ros" Jake ordered right here and he could not prevent giggling. "HE'S UGLY, MOTHER!" The 3 laughed at every difference nearly retaining their stomachs. Even even though Bossbrad attempted to be serious, he nonetheless could not prevent giggling. Ros has no concept of what they're coaching him, however, he simply is going in conjunction with their laughter.

“Face me yourself, if you’ve got the guts. Or are you too much of a coward to fight your own battles?” Ross laughed, a hollow, bitter sound that echoed in the dim light. His eyes gleamed with malice, but I saw the flicker of unease beneath it. “I don’t give a damn what you think of me, Xavier. You’re already dead—you just don’t know it yet.”