it's midnight, Cinderella

So, another Friday is upon us, and Bob will soon be returning to the liberal bastion of Wisconsin from the burial place of Ann Coulter's hero. So have hope: the quality of blogging will return to normal shortly.

Since this will likely be my last blog entry ever, I'm breaking all Bob's unwritten rules. For example, using lyrics from a country song for the title of this post. Also, posting the results of a silly online quiz:

I'm a Fabulous Faggot! I’m the epitome of over the top breathtakingly extravagant faggot chic. I dance like a big queer demon, although I am more concerned about being seen than actually enjoying myself. I probably wear feathers. Jesus Christ.

What kind of Faggot are you?
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And finally...what you've been waiting for, a picture of Bob in drag (for posterity's sake):



EDIT: Sorry, kiddies. Bob here, pulling rank and pulling the pic of me down. Homie's not playing that game. I'll start posting again on Monday, so try not to miss me too much.