It happens all the time. Whenever I tell the latest funny about my hubby, Bob—even to someone who has never met him—their reply will most likely be, “Poor Bob”. There are literally hundreds of Bob stories out there ready to be told and they are usually about everyday occurrences. When taken by themselves these stories are pretty humdrum, but wrap them around Bob, (the delightful creamy center) and comedy can’t help itself. Neither can Bob. (BTW... all these stories have received the official, Bob’s Seal of Approval)
Poor Bob Story #1

Well, maybe it was my fault, I dunno, or maybe Bob was just a bit nervous because he was on his first date with such a hottie, (guess that part is my fault) but somehow he lost his concentration for a split second putting his ankle directly in the path of one of the many manly ferocious throws. Thud. Ouch. Wow, that had to hurt...but oh, what a guy! He just walked it off. Then, the evening went on like a normal first date. He won the game, we laughed, we ate our burgers and we said good night at my dorm room door.
A few days later I found out why there was no “good night, I really like you and want to see you again” kiss. Alas, poor Bob had been in sheer agony the whole night with his severely banged up ankle. Like the REAL MAN he was, he toughed it out but enough was enough...he just couldn't wait any longer to get the heck out of there and over to the Emergency Room. Hottie or not.
Fortunately his ankle wasn’t broken... and I never wore those distracting tight pants again...at least at the bowling alley.