I think that lady in the Ohio State paint was pointing at me. If I would have been younger I probably would have pointed right back lol.
Puts a whole new meaning to T-shirt lol
I think that lady in the Ohio State paint was pointing at me. If I would have been younger I probably would have pointed right back lol.
Kinda makes us wonder now what else you read in that soothing voice of his....lol Don't answer !!! j/k
Haha. Only because it had his picture. The soothing voice , afro, and full painting in 5min go together. Dude was mellow.Kinda makes us wonder now what else you read in that soothing voice of his....lol Don't answer !!! j/k
Haha. Only because it had his picture. The soothing voice , afro, and full painting in 5min go together. Dude was mellow.
Funny story. One evening Jessica and I walked into a hobby lobby and they're on the wall is a big poster that said "Bob Ross workshop this weekend" just being funny I looked over at Jessica and started acting like a 6 year-old kid just saw Barney. "Baby baby baby Bob Ross is going to be here! We have to come back, we just have to!" The fat grumpy woman behind the counter overheard my antics. "It's not actually Bob Ross, it's just an instructor, bob Ross is dead". I just stood there staring at her with the saddest look I could muster on my face. My expression looked like a four-year-old who just found out Santa Claus isn't real. I just kept staring at her motionless as my face started to frown and I started to quiver my lip. This poor woman didn't know what to think. By now, Jessica being accustomed to my antics was 20 steps ahead and walking. I broke eye contact with the woman, hung my head, and slowly started to walk away. As I got closer to Jessica I started to wail quite loudly. WHY BOB ROSS! WHY DID YOU LEAVE US! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO GO SO EARLY! NEVER WILL I HAVE THE CHANCE TO SEE YOU PAINT A HAPPY LITTLE TREE.
By now Jessicas pace has quickened. I'm still telling behind her.
OH GOD WHY!...... WHY DID YOU TAKE BOB ROSS TO HIS HAPPY LITTLE CLOUDS.....NEVER WILL I HAVE THE CHANCE TO SEE HIM PAINT A MEANDERING BROOKE.....OR ANOTHER PRETTY LITTLE BIRD OVER HERE.....
by now I was getting the death stare from Jessica.
But still about every five minutes I would cry out. WHHHHHYYYYY! ALL I EVER WANTED WAS TO PAINT LIKE BOB ROSS........ HE WAS TAKEN TOO YOUNG!..........TOO MANY UNFINISHED HAPPY LITTLE BUSHES OVER THERE LEFT TO PAINT. SURE YOU GAVE US THOMAS KINKADE!!!! BUT HE COULD NEVER PAINT A COZY LITTLE CABIN LIKE BOB ROSS.
And this is why Jessica hates going places with me.
Funny story. One evening Jessica and I walked into a hobby lobby and they're on the wall is a big poster that said "Bob Ross workshop this weekend" just being funny I looked over at Jessica and started acting like a 6 year-old kid just saw Barney. "Baby baby baby Bob Ross is going to be here! We have to come back, we just have to!" The fat grumpy woman behind the counter overheard my antics. "It's not actually Bob Ross, it's just an instructor, bob Ross is dead". I just stood there staring at her with the saddest look I could muster on my face. My expression looked like a four-year-old who just found out Santa Claus isn't real. I just kept staring at her motionless as my face started to frown and I started to quiver my lip. This poor woman didn't know what to think. By now, Jessica being accustomed to my antics was 20 steps ahead and walking. I broke eye contact with the woman, hung my head, and slowly started to walk away. As I got closer to Jessica I started to wail quite loudly. WHY BOB ROSS! WHY DID YOU LEAVE US! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO GO SO EARLY! NEVER WILL I HAVE THE CHANCE TO SEE YOU PAINT A HAPPY LITTLE TREE.
By now Jessicas pace has quickened. I'm still telling behind her.
OH GOD WHY!...... WHY DID YOU TAKE BOB ROSS TO HIS HAPPY LITTLE CLOUDS.....NEVER WILL I HAVE THE CHANCE TO SEE HIM PAINT A MEANDERING BROOKE.....OR ANOTHER PRETTY LITTLE BIRD OVER HERE.....
by now I was getting the death stare from Jessica.
But still about every five minutes I would cry out. WHHHHHYYYYY! ALL I EVER WANTED WAS TO PAINT LIKE BOB ROSS........ HE WAS TAKEN TOO YOUNG!..........TOO MANY UNFINISHED HAPPY LITTLE BUSHES OVER THERE LEFT TO PAINT. SURE YOU GAVE US THOMAS KINKADE!!!! BUT HE COULD NEVER PAINT A COZY LITTLE CABIN LIKE BOB ROSS.
And this is why Jessica hates going places with me.
That's it. I want to go trolling the strip malls with Joe lmao.
We use to make nightly rounds starting around 1am to the local Wal-mart then to Meijer's and end at Kmart at about 3am lmao. Use to do some fun shit like that. Man I miss the old days.