There lived a great man by the name of Bob. He lived in his house and had a pet mouse. One day he went to the shop for some bread but the shop keeper had none. So Bob curbed that mother. Bob marched down the street to the next shop, he knew the bread there was of poor quality and sometimes the shop keeper liked to play a game called 'Lucky dip', where he would crack one off into a random food product, Bob didn't much like this game. He managed to puchace some bread, but on the off chance he may have been 'Lucky dipped', he curbed that mother too.
Bob went home and made some toast with his newly purchased loaf of bread, he did this by placing it into the toaster and plunging it down into the grilled depths of the kitchen appliance. When the toast popped, he spread some butter on that bitch, he buttered it up real good he did. It was nice toast and as far as he could tell, he hadn't been 'dipped'. But was still glad he handed out some curbings.
After the toast, Bob decided it was time to go to work. So he got into his car and began to turn the key in the ignition when he had noticed a small bird dropping on the hood. He stepped out of the car and curbed the closest bird he could find, satifying his curbing needs.
Bob arrived at his place of work, which incidently was the place he worked at. Some skanky ass mother has parked in his space though, Bob took a deep breath and continued into his place of work (where he worked). Bob walked right into the crowded office and found the most centre desk and climbed upon it and began to yell to these biatches, "Which ever low-life mother, decided to park their piece of car in my car space, is heading for a one way ticket to curbsville!" The office fell silent, which was only broken by a small quiet voice somewhere at the back, it was too muffled to understand, so Bob kindly as them to repeat their ass, they repeated, "Sorry, I think you may be talking about my car, I'm new here and was running late, plus I needed to use the mens room.". Bob hastely walked over to this low-life mother and carried him out to the missunderstanding car parking situation. He curbed that mother, he curbed him good.
The whole office had followed Bob and the low-life mother out to this discussion about the missunderstood parking situation and had witnessed Bob's opinions on it. Fortuantly the low-life mother's head fell off enough for Bob to hold it up like a trophy and preach the word that any sons of bitches who parks in Bobs place in the future, will certainly, with no doubt or hesitation, get a good old curbing from Bob.
This way my bestest day,
Bob.
