Really, though, I'm writing Bob.
Which had me going: Bobby Singer? Bob Fraser? Bob the skull? Can't be Bob Bryar, Jilli would kill her...
'Bushwhacked'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Really, though, I'm writing Bob.
Which had me going: Bobby Singer? Bob Fraser? Bob the skull? Can't be Bob Bryar, Jilli would kill her...
It could be worse. Nutty could have called it "Jack" or "Sam."
Which had me going: Bobby Singer? Bob Fraser? Bob the skull? Can't be Bob Bryar, Jilli would kill her...
There is Bobby in my Bob. (I am just way too fond of Nutty's term for fic containing relationships that's not exactly about relationships.)
There is no Bob Bryar.
For Jilli would, in fact, kill me.
Bob Fraser would be funny.
But he'd have to be salted and burned, and that would be sad.
It's the detail about the reading material.
hah! I almost just posted that here.
It could be worse. Nutty could have called it "Jack" or "Sam."
Or William.
hah! I almost just posted that here.
It's just almost a classic cautionary tale. Not cautionary, so much as...I mean, that's essentially this John Doe's entire obit right now.
Looks like most of the weather went around the city. On both sides. Crazy.
There is no Bob Bryar.
For Jilli would, in fact, kill me.
As long as we're clear on that. Because yes. Killing.
Can't be Bob Bryar, Jilli would kill her
Who's Bob Bryar?
Who's Bob Bryar?
The drummer for My Chemical Romance.