How Did You Meet YNOTBob For the first time?
 

I had the priveledge of meeting YNOTBob at an Internext event in Vegas. He sat directly accross from one of our MILF models who looked like Margaret Thatcher - a sweet lady though had medical problems needing platform inserts in her high heels to stop her knuckles from dragging. He was a very nice guy and pleasant to talk to.

A couple times I caught him rubbing his foot on her leg and eventually had his toes between her legs rubbing her clit that was so big that it had the appearance of Bob driving into a two car garage. She seemed to enjoy it, so I started up a conversation with him.

I kept trying to talk about currency markets and international finance but he kept directing the conversation back to naked midgets covered in mayonaise and shaving puppies for sport. The MILF was impressed at bob's knowledge of love and trampolines. Bob commented on her beautiful eyes - the blue one - resembling limpid pool of loveliness and brimming over with wrongability. I could see her buxom bossoms melt under his warm charm drawing hords of giggles from our japanese neighbours at the next table where the only english I understood was...silicon valley.

Eventually we went back to his room where we ended up eating X like candy, drank cheap whisky from the bottle and watched some gay porn (Turd Burglers 3 - The Reach Around).

We sat next to each other and chatted.... and while he was licking my nipples, and tickling my ass, I explained to him my idea for a pedal powered wheel chairs. Needless to say, he was quite impressed. It was novel, unique and had never been done. He noticed I was a visionary right away.

He gave me his private phone number and let me keep 2 of the midgets.

You can be rest assured that I will be doing some business with my good friend YNOTBob in the future!

What a beautiful story!

Who's YNOTBob? :confused:

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LOL

lol.

Hilarious

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The first time I met YNOT Bob..... I've got it on video tape, but I've been told that if I was to post it on line I'd get some visitors in the middle of the night armed with shovels.

hm.. midgets with shovels??

Just woke up next to him in bed one morning! :confused: LMAO!!!!!

Weird.... I was going to say that.....

Wait! Is he that guy... who does the thing... :confused:

no your talking about the guy who does strange things to his goldfish with a fork

yep, that would be the guy Don

ahahahahhahaha

I shall not share any more of my "ynotbob" story other than it started him handing me 3 shots of whiskey and me ending up with a very awesome guy named buran hehe

twinkley

And I thought I was the only one! :( LMAO!!!!

No, I was thinking something along the lines of mayonaise and a yak.

as a result of this post, somewhere in Area51 - Don Ounique's mail has been diverted from Spanky's House of BDSM by HomeLand Security


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Ahhhh, good ole Spanky's. You don't find a full rubber padded cell like that in just any dungeon. Memories.... :uoink:

So I jump ship in Hong Kong and make my way over to Tibet, and I get on as a looper at a course over in the Himalayas. A looper, you know, a caddy, a looper, a jock. So, I tell them I'm a pro jock, and who do you think they give me? TheLegacy, himself. Twelfth son of the Lama. The flowing robes, the grace, bald... striking. So, I'm on the first tee with him. I give him the driver. He hauls off and whacks one---big hitter, theLegacy---long, into a ten-thousand foot crevasse, right at the base of this glacier. Do you know what theLegacy says? Gunga galunga... gunga, gunga-galunga. So we finish the eighteenth and he's gonna stiff me. And I say, "Hey, Legacy, hey, how about a little something, you know, for the effort, you know." And he says, "Oh, uh, there won't be any money, but when you die, on your deathbed, you will receive total consiousness." So I got that goin' for me, which is nice.

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Do you know what theLegacy says? Gunga galunga... gunga, gunga-galunga - roughly translated, "my inner child is a real shit-head"

Okay, I need to have this on a T-shirt!

hehehe.. you like that??

you guys are great

:D :D

lets hear more of the legacy - ynotbob saga

oohhhmmyygggawdd
i almost peed myself reading these

Greg told Rick that he knew some bartender with webbed feet that took craps bigger than either of their legs... Also said he talked as much as KB (ie even his tongue had a tan) but was taller, blonde, better looking and would be excellent addition to YNOT.

Almost?? makes me wonder just what I could have said to actually make you run higgly piggly to the bathroom

now.. just where is that , "WTF" smilie :arrr: