Ugh, just, re-reading that tweet, holy shit. There's more pathology there in Bob than I originally parsed. He deliberately "worked
hard for" a job that SOMETIMES lets him have rum with breakfast (
SOMETIMES?!) and he "wants to enjoy it". Good lord Bob is such a lush that he deliberately went for an occupation that would let him drink MORE, IN THE MORNING NO LESS (only the worst boozehounds drink before LUNCH ffs, and a REAL job would like him to be SOBER, which is unbearable to him), and we're not just talking beer, here, folks, we're talking the hard stuff. Besides the tweet basically admitting he's having rum for breakfast
that very day. Like yeah, Bob thinks he's badass for drinking the hard stuff with hs bacon and eggs or capn' crunch or whatever, but also he's very openly admitting that it's a damn cope. His life is so unbearable, he must booze it up right out of the starting gate in the morning. I guess those mornings he doesn't have rum with breakfast, he has beer?
Like, I dunno, maybe some

should tweet to bob, "Hey, Bob, when you made that tweet about sometimes having rum with breakfast, what on earth made you think that statement made you look anything EXCEPT pathetic? OH LOOK AT ME I'M FANCY I HAVE RUM WITH BREAKFAST, FRIENDO! AA, Bob. Get you some."