Bob the Grub

magizine Photo

2008-04-19T16:09:00.000-07:00

I am flipping through a magizine
and I have come across a photo that really isn't. It moves,
she moves about a laundromat of blue floral wall paper
in the baCK, AND BETWEEN THE WASHERS AND THE WALLED DRIERS.
you are looking at a blog that isn't.

The girls skin is bare, wet,and shining, her blonde hair
is my favorite, it has class even though it is dead. From out of the dryer she pulls her garments. The panties are ornamented with bannanas. A bra of printed oranges so that you can't really see what the hell they are. A scarf, it begins to crawl around her neck as she dances through the garden.

Building Building Building

2008-04-18T17:22:00.000-07:00

I guess one of these days I will have the time and presence of mind to write and publish those things I need to say before my special day. Until then, this is what I can do. Further, I am considering buying a motorcycle and a shot gun.

A Lot Less Pissed

2008-04-04T13:46:00.000-07:00

A new day and a new song. A whole new chance to be vague. The closest I can get to vogue. I strick a pose but everybody knows what the fuck I am thinking.

So Damn Pissed

2008-04-02T14:24:00.001-07:00

Enslaved. Give me libery or give me death, Oh, you can't give me either, and liberty is on the other side of the hill, Hark, only one options looms.

Has it been that long?

2008-04-01T13:25:00.000-07:00

Yes, I guess it has been a while since I have had something to say. Well, I really don't have much to say today except that I am again going to through some energy at this blog in an attempt to work through my issues with our right to die.

The Thought Police

2005-06-26T18:44:00.000-07:00

I must admit, and I am sure you will agree with me, that my blog is a modest attempt at getting attention. Myself, I am not one of particularly heavy opinions. I don't find myself drawn to any one cause. I am just a guy out here living my life. So you can imagine how flatered I was when my home town police showed up at my door because of the content posted on Bob The Grub.

I shit you not! Excuse my French. But sure enough detectives from the Cranston Police Department have repeatedly called my girlfriend's cell (that's the number she used to set up this AOL account) and have come to the house I live in looking for one of the two of us. (They went to the wrong apartment when I was at work.)

If you are realy all that intrested as to what it is that caught their attention, you can spend the time digging through my archives, but it's my bet you won't so I'll just go ahead and tell you. I advocated sex with under age girls. I didn' take pictures. I didn't use whips or give em dope to losen them up. Hell, I didn't even get my dick sucked. All I did was pose a question: Isn't the age of consent when I young women goes looking for someone to explore sexuality with?

Yes. it's true. Please feel free to read further back in my blog and stay tuned for updates. i am sure it is only a matter of time before I speek with these morons face to face.

Owch, My Ears

2005-05-16T14:35:00.000-07:00

I would never say "I am getting old" and mean it. Of course I am getting older. And I care a whole lot less.

Pissed Off

2005-04-22T17:31:00.000-07:00

But not a threat to your well being.

I feel like that should be the whole piece: a title and one short sentance. But you demand more for your attention, much more for a return visit. Ya know what is wild, there is one blog I go to where this guy, a lawyer, writes and writes page after what must be page and no body visits him. He writes well too, but shit it's not like many people visit my site either. Why do I put these post out there? I guess I post because I enjoy it sometimes. Sometimes!But like right now, I am not enjoying it slightly. It's seems more trouble than it's worth. Yet, I feel motivated to succeed here. In the back of my mind I know when this post is published on the net, it is published and if no one ever reads it that's OK. But there is a chance that someone will.

I am a laborer by trade. A grunt. What do you do? Do you work in an office or a kitchen? Most of us are not fortunate enough to be a leader in anything. Not even in our own lives. Publishing here is our chance to lead, our chance to go there first, to say what we want to say, be who we are and for others to have the opertunity to see us do it. That's why I am here anyway, just to be me and have fun doing it no matter how trying, challenging, or insignificant it is.

I think back to my successes now because I have them. I hope you do too.

Nothing Is For Free

2005-04-19T16:56:00.000-07:00

We all know this but it doesn't stop us from trying to take advantage. Ever since I have been using "free" internet services like Blogger and Hello, my computer has been on a downward spiral. Slower and slower, more pop up ads, and less ease of use. Using free internet services is a lot like shopping at Walmart. You can buy the prices, but they use the merchandise.

The people who possess the internet, those of you who have been there since it's inception, must feel damn near electrifided when you sit down to a conputer that's conected, becuase the rest of us sure don't. We get a sputter here and there, but over all it's kinda a tease. There are a hundred different analogies I could use but none of them are in good taste.

None of this stops me from getting what I can get. I still shop at Walmart and each time I go in I say to myself: "Look at this racket. Look at this rat trap. How come i feel like I am being raped?" But I keep going. Call me optimistic. Say I can't resist a bargin. Just don't say I want something for nothing.

Calling Attention to my Subtitle

2005-04-14T17:19:00.000-07:00

All I want to be is my true self. It confuses me though, that there are forces that work against this. Am I the victim of a karma that is slowly begining to sweeten. Yes, it is true that I deserve a some what sour present for my less then desirable past. But...

Do I deserve to spill the glass when I thirst the most? Or is my thirst just begining to mount? Maybe I am snacking before dinner, but I am hungry and sometimes I am tempted to eat any cold day old sandwich that's sitting in the fridge.

Ummm, isn't that good.

Moving Forward

2005-04-10T09:13:00.000-07:00

We all have an obligation to make the most of our time. Many of us don't take this obligation very seriously. I didn't once and nature taught me a very hard leson. A huge chunk of time was stolen from me, but not really stolen because noone was responsible for taking it, I just threw it away really. So we are obligated to ourselves lest we are doomed to waste more time thinking, damn, I wasted so much time.

What a nasty cycle that is. My guess is that we all, no matter how much productive shit we have worked for early on, feel somewhat like we have missed an opportunity or two, but productivity has a way of making those moments shorter. An equal and opposite positive cycle.

Taking shit too seriously, what a waste of time. Not knowing when to throw it all away, I guess that's another. Looking for a point when there isn't one, that's not a waste of time, that is the essense of enjoyment.

Sorry about the...

2005-04-08T11:57:00.000-07:00

Think how unlikely it is for someone to acually have a blog following. I have read that there are a few folks out there that are actually making a living off BLOGS. I didn't want to make a living when I began this one. I just wanted some people to stop by and read what I had to say. Like most of you, I started making entries in a sort of a journal style. Stuff about my day and what I thought and about my relative likes or dislikes in the blog world.

Then I saw how dry and uninteresting they were to an average reader. Like who would want to log on and read rambling of anyone's, nevermind mine? So, I came up with a concept. (See sub title here) Yes, I was surely pushing the "envelope" as they say, but I have always resorted to shock for attention. I am not proud of this fact and if I could change one thing by ways of writing this today it would be that. However, that is just who I am.

Well, this is starting to sound quite a bit like ramblings so I'll just say to all those out there that found my bit of art offensive. Fuck you, it was art. Or at least the best I could do towards it at this point.

I Have No Fans

2005-04-06T15:29:00.000-07:00

Unfortunately, I haven't received one positive response to my blog. It's as if there is no one out there that has had sex with a minor. Please! And the funny part is they didn't even read me enough to see I was in a moral dilemma. Wake up blow hards, I have the guts to explore the darker side of myself.

Would you rather I become a closet case, replacing my feelings and thoughts until I bust in some gruesome way. Your daughter is in the morgue and I am on the run. Now that's a solution. (Hopefully you detect the sarcasm.)

Honesty I am much more interested in sex with someone my age but doesn't the possibility provoke your thoughts. Here these girls are out there looking for what comes next. Here I am seeing them do it. What harm is there in letting them have experience. Girls: Wouldn't you like to be the first one in your homeroom to say you sucked a man's cock.

No, My Worst Fears Realized

2005-04-03T12:57:00.000-07:00

I peeked out the window today at 12. The girls were at the wall. I shaved, combed my hair and headed out. Wow, did I feel like an idiot when I got close enough to realize they were hanging out with boys their own age.

I didn't dare approach them. I just waved and made for the corner store, bought a water and walked back home. Do you think they noticed I bought a water. I didn't know what else to buy. I was dumbfounded. Kinda stood there in the store for a moment like I was stupidly staring at nothing, then made like I was trying to make a decision and grabbed the first thing in front of me. Water.

Oh well, as much as I loved the conquest and writting about it too, I am not one to throw a wrench into the workings of nature, not intetionally at least. So, for all intensive purposes consider my quest to get one or both of these girls over.

That is not to say I will not continue to write to you on the Grub Blog, see you next time.

Sorry Dad's

2005-04-02T05:29:00.000-08:00

Well dispite the objection of a certain father who recently visited my blog, my plan is moving forward at a teenage clip. That is to say it is happening fast. These girls are bored and the only remedy for bordem is excitment. Potential excitment is just another let down. And I am afraid I might have let them down.

Here's what happened. I walked down to the wall I had last seen them hang on and there they were. My heart rose into my throught. It was no different then approaching any women my own age at first. Very difficult. My vision gets cloudy and it feels like my head is in a vice. I wanted to seem natural not stupid old and perverted. It turned out to be easy, they really are quite simple.

"Nice day, isn't it?" I said.

"Awsome." replyed the tall blonde. She is borderline redhead and too large for me to really like. She is already taller than me and quite thick for a female. She name is Shauna.

I introduced myself.

"I live in that apartment right there." I said.

"You have your own apartment." exclaimed the brunette. She is small, narrow faced with a big nose. Not much top end, to be expected at her age, but her ass looked great in the low rise jeans. She is Debra.

"Yea." I said. "Well, I share it with my girlfriend. But it's not like I have parents lurking just around the corner."

Here's where I went wrong. Instead of inviting them upstairs and off the street I said, "I'll see you girls around this summer." And continued casually on my walk. Now, at home and in hind sight, I am afraid they will meet some boys their own age before I can advance further towards my goal. I just couldn't stand there anymore though. I was getting nervous. The last thing I need the niegbors to see is me leading these girls up to my place.

Oh well, back to peeking out the window.

Spring has arrived in RI

2005-04-01T10:53:00.000-08:00

Wow it is so nice out I am surprised I have found to log on and drop in. Well, it's 2:14 local time and the girls should be getting out of school around three. Damn I and excited!

Today is the day I make contact, I am sure of it. Wish me luck. I'll keep you posted.

I am actively seeking

2005-03-27T04:30:00.000-08:00

I have made up my mind. I shall proceed with extrem caution. For the past two days I have walk the niegborhood several times in hopes of running into said girlies. So far, no luck.

Young Girls

2005-03-25T11:11:00.000-08:00

Forget that I am in a committed relationship. That fact is not directing my actions. Maybe I am just denying that God and Nature require my attention. Or maybe I am afraid I'll end up in jail. What ever the case, since I have noticed two young girls roaming my neighborhood in search of mischief, I have not been able to stop peeking out the window to see if they are near by.

Wow, reading that you might think I am some kind of pervert. I assure you I am not. I am fortunate enough to have plenty of free time now, a fact that is going to change with the coming work season. However, that doesn't change the fact that I am home alone and quite frankly "a big bad wolf".

These girls are fourteen or fifteen and obviously falling victim to screaming hormones. After a long winter held up with the rents, staring at TV's sex driven programming, and puzzled by why boys their age aren't "masculine" they are out looking for an answer.

Am I natures why of initiating into a world that warrants caution? Or am I a selfish statitory rapist who is obviously taking advantage. I am not "that old". At 34 I am loving and respectfully, honest and caring. I would not mislead them, I would just sit back and let them find what they are looking for.

Hummm, I have already waved to them as I drove past and it is fair to say they do know who I am. But we are talking jail time. No matter how delicately I approach this situation there is always a chance that it could wind up costing me dearly.

I'll consider the consequences further after I take a quick peck out the window.

Instead Of Deleating

2005-03-24T09:39:00.000-08:00

Oh, how horrid it now seems
Yesterday's effort is marked by perspiration
And it sure does stink.
What I want to do is get away for this machine and meet some real people
but the intention itself is ussauly enogh to diminish
the result.
It is not as though I am dying for company,
it's just that I'd like some and since there really is a community online,
I am better off staying here, saving energy, and avoiding porn.

The Potatoes Are Cooking

2005-03-23T17:23:00.000-08:00

The template has shattered.
I’ve attracted too much attention
This room is filled with doubters
and skeptics all aware of my past.
I write into the future in hopes I’ll create a trail. I glide past the pretense of ego and spirit the same. I know I am a selfish animal faced with a plight.

Parting the Red Sea

2005-03-22T14:51:00.000-08:00

Many people still take the grand stories of the bible to literaly. Even more so, the majority of people who are willing to accept a symbolic interpretation subscribe to the g- rated version. Recently, someone raised an intresting possiblity to me concerning the parting of the Red Sea.
There are two words in the phrase that conjure a sexual image. Don't laugh.
As a man ages and begins to accept his mortality he yearns to conquer it. He becomes willing to accept death but he refuses to conceed to it. Nature has given us a way to pass on our life force, just not our conciousness. So, as we flee Egypt (youth) and face the Red Sea (death) we are forced to "part" it by parting a sweet women's legs, entring her "Red Sea" and sending forth our peoples (sperm cells) to be fruitfull and multiply in the land of milk and honey.

Five Dollars

2005-03-20T13:34:00.000-08:00

We can buy the world with three
You insisted on ten
And what a beautifull smile she had
cheeks so rosey
but she packed her bags and moved
away when all you had to offer was five
dollars

I take the time

2005-03-19T12:19:00.000-08:00

So, I drop by this blog of mine when ever i am bored enough to log on to the internet. And after i am done making a entry, I have made it a habit to browse through blogspot for other blogs I find even a tad bit interesting.
If I can, I make a comment. Sometimes I say nice piece, sometimes I say that is a legitamate opinion but there is another side to that issue, and sometimes I just say you're a fucking idiot.
The third law of General Dynamics is.... Oh yea, I aint that smart. Anyway, if you do happen to read this please leave a comment even if it is to insult me. I'd much appriecate it.
Thanks, The Grub

I am pissed

2005-03-17T17:41:00.000-08:00

So, I started this blog not long ago and I am sure that is quite obvious as there is hardly any changes to the template. Anyway, I haven't really found much to say in here untill today. Today I wrote a nice long piece that incorporated many elements of my past and present.
Anyway, that piece didn't up load or post. It just feel through the "cracks" in my head.
Happy Saint Patrick's Day

What the HECK

2005-03-17T12:45:00.000-08:00

Bob the GrubSo, I spend all this time, well maybe not all that much time, writting in my cool new blog and I can't even get one losey comment. Come on people. Just acknowledge me, please.

Excuse me sir, can you spare a comment?
Mame, Is there anyway you could help me out with a comment for my ailing blog spot?
Kid. Hey kid. Gimme a comment. I need a comment. Someday you'll need a comment too. Wait till this world gets it's hands on you.

Hell a new post

2005-03-06T05:10:00.000-08:00

Bob the GrubIt has come to my attention that the work of the nay sure is better than the willing ness to incorporate nothing int o a some kind of noun.

Bob the Grub

2005-03-06T05:08:00.000-08:00

Hey mom look. I am a published writter. But seriously, where are all my hits?

Bob the Grub

2005-03-06T05:07:00.000-08:00

Bob the GrubThis is aways more fun then TV.

Bob the Grub

2005-03-06T05:05:00.000-08:00

Bob the Grub

How I got my name

2005-03-05T06:44:00.000-08:00

I am Bob the Grub, not Digger the Gramadifite, or Uck Mouth, but Bob the Grub. Now that we got that straight I can tell you that i do work a regular job but plan on leaving all that outside this space. I also write but I seriously doubt I will ever post anything. What i will do is live.