The epic love story of bob and boiB and my fav. song -

I have 2 pieces of information for you today. Let's start with one.

This is the epic story or 2 people, bob and boiB, who hate eachother at first and ends up in a confession over a series of emails.

[i]Hello my name is bob. I like cookies and like to devour your brain and eat a whole lot of muffins. Who are you? I think you are stupid. Please help me get outta this mental hospital. -bob

Hello bob. I CAN SEE WHY you are in a mental hospital because you are truly crazy. Thanks for letting me clarify. After this instance, please direct all complaints to your mental hospital director. My name is boib.

No find it more enjoyable to talk to you instead of the director. He carries around lazer tag guns to shoot us. So please tell me that you like windows as much as I do. They are so clear I ran into one. Reply please. -bob

Well guess what I will start to carry laser guns, ok? So then you won’t like me and there will be one less mentally insane person in the world!!! Imagine that. You’re practilly contagious, bob. Please stop talking to anyone and quarantine yourself. –boiB!

Hi boib, I think you should come over and have some lion meat with me. Iplese shut up you’re scaring me! Stranger stranger! Mommy! Come save me! -bob

No, I should invite you over for medium-rare tarantula. I’ll even let you eat the hairs or legs if you’d like. No, I insist, you must. What planet do you live on? I live on boibland. My sister planet is effelbertianland. Reply soonly bob.-boiB!

It’s bob, how fun it is to live on earth. We get to eat ears of lions and I think that tarantula would be better than steak. It must taste like chickens. I like pikachu. In fact, I am one. Lets eat pokemon some time too, since there’s not any real animals in the pokemon show, it must be pokemon meat they’re eating. -bob

You see, bob, that you are growing through this therapy. I feel the deep radiations of your pain sweeping through the pikachuic force. The deep pocket has shown and guided me towards your lonely sorrowings. This is deeply disturbing and I need to help you through this journey. –boiB!

Boib, I think that my journey is not disturbing, I mean tarantulas are deliciouso! Well, I think that we should team up and kill hell-o-kitty -bob

Bob, my name is boiB! Not Boib. Thanks again for your understanding. I HATE tarantulas and will not talk to you in the future because you are deeply terrifying and I think you’re emo. –bye forever, -boiB!

FINE! The whole world loves me anyway. I am not emo. See, I cut myself. I am dewfinantly not emo. I just like food. Please understand, I love you! [/i]

How wonderful