So I am a massive loser and GetBig has been my escape for years now. One of the most comforting things is when life starts taking on water and you start feeling like your going to drown you come to GetBig, laugh your ass off and diurese all that fluid away. I don't know about you guys but it always seemed more comforting when Bob is posting on GetBig-it's just better; I put out 2L of lifetoxicpiss when Bob isn't posting and a full 2.5 L when he is. Bob, I lost my Dad a few years back and honest to goodness when I would get done with my work, I'd come up to the hem-onc floor and spend the night in his room and then in the morning go back to work and repeat. At night with my Dad asleep in his bed to my left and me lying on a cot to his right next to him, I would open up my laptop and read GetBig for a few minutes-laugh, then then look up to make sure he was still in sinus and then look back down and read a few more disembowelments one GetBigger was committing against another Getbigger and laugh a little more. And pretty soon, I'd feel that lovely feeling you get when your eyelids start feeling like sandbags slowly drooping and drooping down until you fade to black. I would be able to sleep for a few hours and then wake up, kiss my dad, go take a shower, round, and at some point lock my self in my office and cry and wish like hell that I was dying instead of my hero, my father. Nothing cured the eunuch in me like logging in again later that night and reading one of Bob's patented one liner zingers...so witty, just made me smile. Thanks to GetBig and Bob and God bless you and your father, Bob. Welp its 6 and I am already half an hour late getting back to the hell that is my life. I'm such an f'ing loser.
