In case you missed Kim's comment, she recently changed the address of her blog that I told you about before. Meet the new site...same as the old site.

I've been in a serious funk lately. There are a handful of reasons for it, none of which I'll go into here (lucky you). Because of it, I'm not going to get into anything too serious - when I go off on something I want it to be because I'm serious about that subject, not because I'm pissed at 12 other people. So instead I thought I'd throw up...uh...I mean post the e-mail conversation I had with Kim from Anyone's Girl about our Gay Lover Bob (GLB).

I don't really have a GLB (I swear, Mom)...just check out the conversation, then join in on the fun if you want (for context, go to the original post):

K: "It may add a bit of homosexuality that you may think is missing from your layout."

W: "I so wish I was gay! I'd be a great fag...all my gay friends think so. What do you call a straight guy who hangs around lesbians? A dyke hag? It's just that sex with guys thing. I can't seem to get over that hump. (pun intendend - of course)"

K: "You wish you were gay? I think it's safe to say that is the first time I have ever heard that from anyone. The sex with guys thing is a pretty major component in being gay. I always thought if I were completely les I'd end up with some lumberjack woman who wears nothing but flannel and slaps me on the ass when I walk past. If i were going to go all the way with it I would have to find someone who has the same taste in clothes and shoes as I do. If I'm not getting more shoes out of the deal it just ain't happen."

W: "I wonder why guys aren't into wearing each other's shoes? We can't be THAT homophobic, are we?"

K: "Because loafers with tassles or sneakers aren't that cute. Now, a pair of high heeled pumps are lovely."

W: "Good point...I don't see the following coming out of mouth any time soon: 'Hey Bob, those are some sweet Reeboks you're sportin. High tops really get me hot!'"

K: "How about, 'Bob, when you burp the alphabet I can't help but get a woody. Come here you big hunk of man you.' Hey, this is fun!"

W: "'Oh Bob, when you give me that 'come hither' scratch, I'm like putty in your now smelly hands.' (I'm starting to feel sorry for Bob)"

K: "'MMmmm Bob, please let me pull your finger again. I love how you fart on me. I'm on fucking fire for you.' Bob's gay and kind of a scumbag."

W: "'Come on Bob, surf for porn all night while I lay in bed alone, you fucking tease.'"

K: "Poor Bob. I'll never again meet a Bob and not think of you. Men are so disgusting we could this for all eternity and never run out of material. 'Bob, I love when you give a me a Dutch Oven. Your farts are like garbage and you know that garbage makes me want to blow you like a champion. Bring that stinky ass over here you hairy bastard.'"

W: "Damn! I was going to do a Dutch Oven one... 'Oh Bobby-boo, please leave more of your clipped toenails in the rug. It's like walking on rose petals.' You're it."

K: "'"Bobby,I love when you leave your tracked up boxers on the living room floor now come get me you stallion.'"

W: [recreated the best I could] 'Hey Stud, if you play that Molly Hatchet bootleg for one more hour, I'm gonna get so hot I'm going to rip off your clothes with my teeth.'

I then decided that my Gay Lover Bob (GLB) would probably not be into Hatchet bootlegs so I revised the musical selection to: Europe's Greatest Techno Hits.

As you can see, Kim's awesome. If only she were an emotional psychopath - I'd probably fall in love with her.

Feel free to add your own comments to our Gay Lover Bob. Remember, this is in fun...no "bashing" or I will delete your ass.