Me and my Bob
"Honey, what you need is a good Bob."
"Excuse me?" I was talking to my friend Pearl over dinner. We had just been discussing the fact that I hadn't gotten laid in a few months.
"Bob, a battery operated boyfriend."
"You mean a v
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