Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Fiddlin' Rob

Everyday, Rob goes about his business. He has a job, an apartment, and....video games. But other than that, Rob only has his job. No more experiences with his girlfriend, no more ex-mother-in-law pity fucks, no drugs..no nothing.
The most fun he has is picking his ass and then wiping the excrement(s) around the tip of his boss’s Starbucks coffee. He’s careful to wipe most the crud off so his personal brown dye can be mistaken for spilled ‘Joe’.

He does this every morning he enters the office. Mainly because he can, and also because he just doesn’t give a shit if he gets fired. His boss Drew has yet to NOT complain about how his coffee always smells like shit. Rob wonders why the fuck he keeps drinking it.

Today, his boss Drew takes a sip of it, grimaces, and says:  “UGH…God!” And when Rob gives him a questioning look (as if he doesn’t know what’s going on), Drew says, “Never mind, Just keep ‘em comin!”

Rob couldn’t resist the urge to laugh LOUDLY somewhat to him-self. This followed with an uncontrollable passing of gas that luckily didn‘t result in more ammo. Rob thinks to himself that it may be in fact possible that his boss misinterpreted what to eat from your body as a child. It has to be the only way his boss drank that shit for so long.

Other kids ate boogers and snot; this guy shoved his hand up his ass and proceeded to gingerly fist his mouth. Maybe not like that, but just maybe. Why else would he literally drink ass juice?

This then led to Rob’s firing; the one big thing in his life. It wasn’t just Rob laughing at his boss Drew that got him canned…it was what was on the other side of the coffee cup. Drew’s fingers ran through Rob’s incidental shit stain. After three months, he had finally messed up and was caught red-handed.

Maybe today Rob had gone too far. On the other hand he thought, maybe he had won. Hadn’t he? His boss drank shit like four other times this week. Not to mention for three months straight. If anyone had ever gone too far, it was this dirty bastard.

 And what made it even sweeter is his boss never did anything to piss him off except take the last napkin at lunch his first day. Rob happened to have barbecue pork, and he would always remember how he had to wipe his hands off on his co-worker’s coat. He felt kind of bad about that.

So…Rob went about his day. He thinks to go pick up a transvestite and send IT to his boss’s office as a sign of gratitude for keeping him as an employee as long as he did, but then pushes the thought away. Childish, he thinks.

Instead, fiddlin’ Rob decides he wants to cause a scene.

So he walks into a Chucky Cheese.

He buys an extra-large cheese pizza and sits down at a table.

He starts to undress.

He begins to call over a child to have a slice of pizza.

10 minutes later he has a bloody nose and is being arrested.

He thinks this is funny.

He’s going to be labeled a sex offender.

Now he finally has an excuse to not make it to his nephew’s dance recitals at his elementary school. Not only because his sister forced him to go, but because he was pretty sure his nephew is a homo.

Rob has accomplished a goal today.

And that’s a day in Rob’s life.

Do join us next time for his next adventure.

To be continued… 

Fiddlin' Rob steals a Pooch Doggy

 Fiddlin Rob Goes Hiking

 *NEW* Fiddlin' Rob Gives Thanks on "Black Friday"

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Monday, November 28, 2011

Fiddlin' Rob Gives Thanks on "Black Friday"

Continuation of the ongoing story of Fiddlin' Rob...

Well, It's the holiday season. Some would say that it's a time to 'give thanks'. Some would say, it's a time to be 'thankful'  (or whatever the fuck).


Rob has not been feeling thankful. After an insane drug overdose and an unexpected trip to the Grand Canyon, Rob is under the belief that he has "hella bad" skin cancer. So it should come to no surprise that he has been smoking meth and shoving pcp up his ass. 

In other words - he's upset with Jesus Christ. 

Why? Well, there's really no rational reason. Kind of like Tim Tebow's success in the NFL this far. Can't make too much sense of it, and don't really want to.


Anyways...Thanksgiving time is here! 

The guy who shit in his boss's coffee, purposely became a sex offender (to avoid his 'gay' nephew's dance recitals), stole someone's dog and threw up on a little girl while tripping BALLS...is quitting drugs and heading home for the holidays.

Without further adieu...

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Thanksgiving:  Rob's Parents house.

Rob and his parents have just sat down to eat some bird. Rob's mother Carol hushes her husband Dick to be quiet for Rob to say Grace...


"Dear God...thanks for mashed potatoes and turkey. And gravy, and stuff. Stuffing would of been cool. But this is cool. And ugh...yeah. Amen."

They all instinctively shrunk their shoulders and plow into their turkey. Rob grabs the gravy trey and takes a sip. He gargles the gravy before spitting it onto his peas.

"What the hell are you doing, boy?!" says Dick.

 
"Shit, I'm sorry dad. I just quit drugs so I'm a little odd right now. So...pardon me if I try to give thanks for that."


"What kind of a man gargles gravy like that? Are you a faggot or something?"


"Dick!" Carol snaps. "I'm going to pretend like this never happened. I expect you both to as well. It's Thanksgiving. So eat."


Dick quickly reaches across the table and grabs the gravy dish. In a fury, he covers his turkey and mashed potatoes with gravy and begins to devour it.


Carol takes a deep breath in and addresses Rob as warmly as a mother speaking to her baby.



"So Robert, how are you...you still have that nice job at the office?"

Rob grunts and re-swallows some turkey to clear his throat.


"No Mom. I'm off doing bigger things now."


"Yeah, he's taking it in the ass Carol," Dicks snarls. 

"The hell with this." Rob sets down his fork and gets up from the table. 


"Honey, please. Your father is just an asshole. Please sit down," pleads Carol.


Rob puts on his coat and storms out of the house. Dick immediately starts enjoying his meal with a song:

"Oh...the weather outside is frightful. And the fire is so...delightful."


"Shut up, Dick. Don't make me gargle some gravy and spit in your face. And you wouldn't want me to do that because then your face would start to look like your underwear; stained AND old.."


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November 25th, 2011 - 12:47am - "Black Friday" 


Rob has been in line to check-out at 'a nearby toy store for over an hour. He's back on drugs, too.


While entering the store, he came upon a mother of two asking for help. Money, to be exact. 

So Rob was nice and bought three pills of ecstasy off her before doing his shopping. With about fifty dollars to spend on presents for himself and a hell of a high approaching...he was ready to 'get busy'.


Fast forward to now. Rob is eight people back of the check-out. He looks really weird and out of place standing in line, sweating, with this huge smile and a handful of broken toys.


He looks like a crazy Willy Wonka crapping his pants and thinking to change it into a chocolate bar. If that makes any sense.


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Twenty-seven minutes later. Check-out time.


The cashier is dumbfounded. Unable to scan any of Rob's toys, she looks up at Rob for an explanation.


"Uhm...how do you expect me to ring these up if they're out of their packaging?"


Rob wipes his brow with the back of his hand, tossing his wallet up on the counter with his other.


"Well...can't we just come to some sort of an agreement? I mean, the toys are all fucked up ANYWAYS. Nobody is paying for this crap. How about I...just give you my phone number, and then maybe I'll let you swipe my card and make a donation to Genital Herpes? Or maybe cancer of the mouth? Whichever one you might need because I am in the giving mood.."


People in line are silent, not sure whether to laugh or be mad as their desperate, short time of sale sadness comes closer to being over.


"Sir, you're going to have to step out of line with one of our employees to figure this out."


"What's to figure," crows Rob. "I think everyone here knows you're desperate to strip search me. You want to get into my ass, huh? Or wait, I'm misreading this. Don't take this the wrong way but your face gives me the vibe that you want me to go 'ass to mouth?' How about you ring up these toys....and maybe I'll tell you some crazy shit I once did for a Klondike bar...God this just feels right, you know?! I bet you would feel right, too."


"Help on aisle three please," the annoyed cashier lady says into her mic-thingy (that stretches from the computer-thingy).


"Get out line, prick!"


"Your wasting our time!"


"What these ppl don't understand is this is my favorite part of Christmas...fucking with people," declares Rob. He swiftly takes out a pack of Marlboro's and puts a cig in his mouth. He lights it while unbuckling his pants.


"This is a joke I think you'll like it....one time I finished masturbating and randomly thought - man, that kid would of been a fucking asshole," laughs Rob. "Like I would be stupid enough to have fuckin' children!"


Two security officers grab Robs pants as they start to fall. Rob elbows one of them, and starts running for the exit with his pants at his ankles, bear ass.


As he reaches the exit, a police woman comes through it, shooting pepper spray right onto his crotch. Rob immediately turns purple and screams like a little girl.


"OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!"


The lady officer tackles him to the ground, handcuffing him in no time.


"Well well well...if it isn't Fiddlin' Rob! I'll be damned...I guess Christmas came early." 




To be continued...