Welcome!

So, you're wondering who this Bob guy is. Well, you're in luck because this is the page that has that information. And I would know better than anyone because I, as luck would have it, am Bob.

A brief history is in order.

I was born a long time ago, before personal computers and well after Hobbits roamed Middle Earth. Raised in a lower middle class family, in an effort by my parents to give us kids a better life, we moved. A lot. I went to more schools than I did grades and was the perpetual new kid, not exactly a good thing when you're skinny, small and white.

I had a choice.. Fight, run, or make people laugh. (I usually ran.. and they usually laughed.)

I have been fortunate to have all these experiences. It has taught me that life is to be experienced, lived, enjoyed. I have flown planes, raced cars, sailed boats, lived in all four contiguous time zones, been a cowboy, a rock star, a salesman, a web geek, a writer and learned to love a woman properly. (Give in... if you know what's good for you.)

Having witnessed the miracle of birth and the bitter sadness of death, I possess a secret that I am willing to share with everyone. (Except for you, the one scoffing in the corner.. Yeah, you know who you are.. Bite me.) You have to laugh, or life will kill your soul. It will turn you into a maniacal loner. You will become obsessed with the shopping channels and die a lonely hoarder in a stinky, trash filled house with rabid rats gnawing at your toes. No one will find your mummified remains for weeks, or even years and no one will know who you were. Sad, ain't it?

Of all the things I have done in my half century of existance, getting people to laugh has been one of the most enjoyable. (Making people laugh involves duct tape, a feather and an adult diaper..) From tiny, innocent babies to the most wizened of the elderly, everyone wants to laugh. That is my mission. It's what I do. It defines me, drives me, makes me want to beat pie tins with a wooden spoon while marching around in my underwear in front of stunned penguins at the zoo. (Ok.. I'm told that's a bit extreme, but fortunately my trial is still pending a psychiatric evaluation.. )

So, join me and see what it feels like for me to tickle funny bones in places you didn't even know you had funny bones. It'll be awesome and maybe we'll both learn something.