My sister Mollie's husband Robert is also a hoot. Sadly, his car died today. This is particularly onerous because his songwriting career has not yet taken off. It will one day though, mark my word. You will see all the best dirty country singers belting out tunes written by Robert B. I hope they also choose to call him Ro-bear as I do, cause that makes the crude lyrics funnier.
He sings a great song about how he met his girlfriend (mostly fictional) but my favorite is about the girlfriend with one arm (fictional). She hugged him the best she could, if I remember correctly.
There once was a guy named Ro-bear.
Who pulled song lyrics out of thin air.
Sang 'bout how he charmed
A girl who'd been dis-armed
Strumming right through his wife's steely glare.
About The Plogger
- Alisa R.
- Dallas, Texas, United States
- I try to live every week like it's shark week. Here are some things I believe: hands are interesting but feet are a little sketchy, law school is the mental version of breaking a jaw so it will reset into another shape, it is OK for men to wear pink if they call it salmon, watching television is getting a jump start on next century's anthropology classes, if no dogs like you then you need to take a careful look at yourself. In summary, um, I'm just a gal trying to improve her writing.
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