It all started with the message that is now the title of this blog. When were were probably 14ish, we made a sign that said this exact phrase, misspellings, bad grammar, & all (honestly, it was a mistake) & stood out on the main street next to our suburban neighborhood for at least an hour or so. I think we counted about 5 honks, including one from a truck that was painted to look like a cow. Of course, this was Mesquite where people in cow trucks will honk at anything. Anyway, being young and dumb (and in the case of Murgs, inexplicably smitten with Jim Carrey), we were excited by the attention and proud of our handiwork. It was a good day.
You'd think that our starry-eyed obsession with the birthday's of people we had never met would have waned, but that is not the case. It was probably Junior year or so when Murgs converted a tie-dyed t-shirt into a Sharpied tribute to the Bobster on his birthday and wore it to school. Murgs would even wear it when it wasn't his birthday & just stick a sign that said "not" in between "It's" and "Bob." It was a small gesture, but Murgs risked ridicule to do it, so Bob, if you're out there, we hope you freaking appreciate it.
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