Q: What are you wearing? Oh, crap! Wrong number. My bad.
A: Wrong number? This isn’t a f–king number, buddy. You’re telling me you accidentally wandered onto The Mass Media’s website, clicked your way into the Ask Bobby section and hit submit on this boneheaded excuse for a question? No need to lie about it. You were probably scrolling through Humor having some happy time to pictures of me. What did it for ya? Let me guess, the mugshot from a year ago? That’s a classic. Everybody loves a bad boy. If you really must know, I’m wearing a pair of your great great great grandmother’s panties that she gave me as a parting gift the night I told her I had to “return to my home planet.” That’s right, I know who you are. We never did anything, but she was absolutely OBSESSED with me. Why do you think you’re Bobby the Fourth? The woman had a total Bobby kink.