- Joined
- Jan 3, 2017
I can't put my finger on why, Bob just oozes the energy of a guy who sits way too close to you on a bus with plenty of empty seats and won't shut the fuck up.
Part of it is that we got a glimpse into what Bob fantasizes about: some mix of "theatre lifer" and manic pixie dream girl. No doubt the result of consooming far too many hours of Hollywood idealized romances concerning quirky nerd girls (with big tits) and whatever depraved porn he watches in his off hours. You know he wants a girl who'll be totally into movies, video games, and capeshit, but will also be willing to sit at his feet and adoringly massage his belly flab as he instructs her on the finer points of such esoterica.
But what's really disturbing was that Gatorade crack. Because for all his allegedly progressive thinking, for all his pretension to being "a person that matters," for all his respect of the wammen, in Bob's fantasies the best thing a woman can be is a fucking semen receptacle.