Doodle Bob Quotes Novels & Stories

Seeing how stressed I was he tried to lighten up the conversation by smiling and saying, “Ok, cool where is the liquor at? If you need him here that’s how you do it. Apparently, he really likes Jim Beam, so let’s start with that.” All I could do was laugh after that. It’s been a couple of years since Robby has had any liquor, because of the “Bob” problem. One shot is all it takes, and Robby is gone, but “Bob” is too good at playing Robby. Nobody knows the difference until he has drunk a fifth or more, than “Bob” drops the act and is total darkness and evil. Picking at me and picking at me; trying to get me pissed enough to switch myself to Orna. I’m not going to lie, just Robby can drink, he

We weren't the best of friends but we were comfortable enough for me to be okay tying her shoes if I know she might get hurt because of it. "Is it bad for me to visit you when I know it's hard to see you these days?" I joked over and Bobbie chuckled, the makeup artist who was fixing his hair dashing out of the room so now it's just the three of us. "You're a thousand times busier than I am," he answered and I just stuck my tongue out in response.

"I think your duties are now very numerous, and I didn't expect that now you have all kinds of problems at the company." Hearing one of his co-workers say something like that certainly made Bobby immediately draw one eyebrow perfectly and then he looked at his friend with a facial expression that could never be read at all. “What exactly do you want to say? Don't say anything that is useless because no matter what you say, I will really remember it forever."

, Dharma smiled and walked into Elevator. "Happy now...?", He asked Anvi who's busy laughing as she held his left arm. "Bobo...why are you so afraid...? He won't kill you.", She smiled and said. "You are his apple of the eye...I'm a banana peel...I just hope he won't hit me hard.", Aditi couldn't help but laugh...listening to her stupid bobo's description.

“Come on, Tabitha…” He’s such a bad influence. And it’s ridiculous how I let myself get influenced. I grab the pen from his hand and begin drawing a round-head alien beside his dick-shaped rocket illustration. “This is Bob,” I mutter, drawing a round-headed alien with lopsided eyes. “He crash-landed here from some planet where all their spaceships look like dicks.” Reed snorts. “Figures. Bet they’re all overcompensating.” “He came to Earth for snacks,” I add, giving Bob stubby little arms and a sad face. “His home planet ran out of pudding cups.”

(Professor Bob) Compared to his younger brother, Bar is far more proficient in socializing that Bob. But for someone as bob who mostly only speaks of a simplest sentence to interact and he said that the others party were insufficient, it made you feel sad for them to be commented by someone who speaks like a broken radio.

Bob says that they're like the parents of the group, although it is rare coming from a guy of his size, anyway every time he says something like that, Ayumi jumps to slap him on the back of his head, scolding him for treating her like an old woman. By the way, Bob is at his regular magic practice. Every day, without fail, he spends a good portion of his morning shouting incantations with his hands outstretched in all directions. Sometimes he draws strange symbols on the ground saying that they are ancient mysterious formulas that have immeasurable power. "Yuck! what's this, why are there some things floating in the water?" Luke exclaims in disgust with a glass of water in his hand.

If this was your tonight’s concert your fans would have gone crazy. - You think so? Did I do well? - Well? Don’t underestimate yourself, you did great! - I was afraid that due to my sadness I wouldn’t be able to play again. Still, I would wish to not appear yet in front of my fans. I should discuss this with Bob. Have you seen him? Bob? - No I haven’t, I had all eyes on you. - Strange…oh, there he is. Bob was opening the studio door using his massive body and in his hands was holding two cappuccinos and an expresso. He must have done his homework well.

They shook on it and Donald smirked, “I might fall in love with her. If I do, you’re outta luck.” Bob chortled, and took another deep puff with his forehead all scrunched. “If you’re driving as nice a car as the one you’ve got, you might fall in love with her like a man loves a whore, but you’ll put her back when you’re finished with her just like one, too.” He stomped on the cig and walked back inside to get the paperwork. “Can’t have fire near the gasoline,” he explained.

I turned to see Bobby coming, I waited for him. “Hi,” I greeted, once he got to me. “Enjoying yourself?” asked Bobby, grinning. “Sort of,” I lied. “Did you make any new friends yet?” “Well, somebody tried to befriend my ass, does that count?” I deadpanned, Bobby busted out laughing. “Who?” he questioned, once he had finished laughing. “Some guy named Joe,” I answered. “Oh Joe Henchmen, yeah he goes after all the girls’ asses,” replied Bobby, with an amused smile, then he turned serious. “Hey, I wanted to ask you something.”