And some of us choose to be MovieBob.
His world record for number of consecutive years spent living in basements.
An apparently Bobo chose to be a creature made out honey glazed ham and blubber, while pretending to be a fellow human.
Tardraging is a stressful job, man.
Maybe that's why he's such an asshole all the time to begin with?
Of course he doesn't. To Bob, even the seconds spent posing for pictures are wasted not tweeting about Trump or big titty lesbians or troons.
Autism impairs certain regions of the brain involved in various social activities. Imagine if you weren't able to walk automatically, without thinking about it, and instead had to direct your full attention to moving your legs. You'd be terrible at it, the focus needed would quickly tire you, and you would try to avoid it as much as possible. Emoting as an autist can be like that. Compare fellow dumb narcissistic autistic lolcow Alex Leal and his identical stunned-sheep stupid expression in every photo:
I get that a major theme of this thread is that bob seems to adore the worst looking/fitting outfits imaginable. But Jesus Christ, why in the hell would you wear a Yellow jacket and pants with a black tee shirt. Even people who can wear a yellow jacket OR pants (which is practically no one) only wear one or the other with white to not have it clash so widely with the ensemble. Wearing black is literally the worst thing you could wear with yellow because it clashes so catastrophically and having both jacket and pants be yellow makes you look like a obnoxious banana (or in bob's case a yellow melon).
Bob tries to wear his morbid obesity as a quirky fashion statement rather than the disfiguring result of his unresolved emotional problems and laziness. He thinks if he dresses in weird clothes, he’ll seem like a hip guy who gives no fucks what anyone thinks of his huge gut and sixteen chins, not like a basement-dwelling virgin manchild who can’t back away from the pizza and PBR. Bob is wrong.
