Hi everyone! Bob here. Yeah, it's me, Bob...the enchilada you're lookin at..I'm a real live, breathing, talking, productive -member- of -society, tax payin', rootin-tootin son- of- a- gun of an enchilada, full of ground beef and wrapped in a tortilla de maize. Yep, that's me alright. Tonight I'm going out to a Jerry Lewis movie so I'm all dressed up in my salsa roja jacket with the summer cheese squiggles. I'm so excited! What? You don't believe I'm a real talking enchilada? Whattayou, a disbeliever? Well, go ahead, ask me a question, and see if I don't answer. We enchiladas are quite articulate. I personally come from a long line of college-educated 'chiladas and I would be happy to field any and all questions about me...Enchilada Bob. Adios!
-editor's note: this post was originally published in August '05, during the first month of my blogging life.
9 comments:
donde esta' la biblioteca?
In the winter do you slather yourself con crema acida,
o frijoles con queso ariba?
I gots t'know.
You crack me up Bob!
...I'm dyin' over here
ROTFWATIME
Me Too
Bob o chilada What, pre tell is the proper length of a full blooded south of the border borrito?
Another boring Borrito, who thinks he's some kind of enchilada with squiggles.
Sheesh!
Bob, I think I ate your brother last week, sorry.
Es biblioteca es closed-o
Sorry... heheheh
Bob come closer and close your eyes..I am hungry
Oh, i guess the S7 Challenge was too much for you? Haha...word-smith INDEED.
Autumn?....is that ....you?
yes. i thought i wrote my name in there but i guess i'm a tard. woops.
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