Marketable widow showers with pungents of rattlesnake Foie Gras, the redolent splinters of lean trees jackknifed in applesauce splatter against the howling moon, forlorn; Let not the carapace of beetle clad zombies set your waxen wings askew- Don the carpet of musk oxen and thus clad prattle explicit urges over the boiling murk!

Icky Bob: Making oh-so-wrong oh-so-right for forty years and counting.

Oh, so: youtube.com/watch

I built this City for you: youtube.com/watch

FLAVOR-ADE!

Icky Bob's banana gun god shoots magic gold glitter and stars out of its ass! Its magicey glittertacular and its goldenish goodness will infuse you with more holy spirit than you can shake a stick at. And your pee will look like Goldschlagers, too.

nom nom slurp slurp nom!

This notice is to inform you (King of Ickyness) that you are officially under Bear protection from M-F 9 to 3.
You are a beautiful Icky Creature loved by the Icky Icky Angels who watch over you, the Icky Mother Earth, the Icky YOOniverse, the Icky Spirit in Everything and of course...

Sooper Bear! at your service! Love, Hugs and Icky Bugs! OOF OFF and away!

Can you tell me where the three hole punch went?

icky licky licky!

Icky Bob sees beauty where many of us have missed it, enriching us.

who am i?
who are you?
who is icky bob?


the slimyest sublime subtext on trite.net.

ex. comm @ base levels

let us link...

Bob is Icky.Bleeeech. But I like him.

Oh, I forgot to say; Everything that made me famous I stole from Icky. Except for the Hand Sandwich, but most everything else disgusting. Icky is a font of disgustingness.

I don't know what all the fuss is about. He seems like a perfectly well-adjusted feller to me. I don't know if I'd want to sleep on his couch, but that's true of a lot of folks around here.

Makes my toes feel weak and my testicles crawl up into my belly, but he's wonderful at holiday parties if you keep the windows open.

i......

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ohgodohgodohgod....



**HOOOOOORKKKK!!!!!!**

really, it was the black hair that did it. and greasy at that.

Bob makes me feel nervous and yet slightly exhillarated. I wish I could spend more time with him, but I am afraid of what it might do to my marriage. Bob is truly icky.

***WARNING***

Proceed with caution when examin' his photo album.

No wonder he's Icky!

;)

How do I feel about Icky Bob? Strangely aroused--thanks for asking, tribe!

Icky Bob is rumored to be Sasquatch, a person I had an all too brief, but torrid affair with while camping alone in the woods, feeling a need to commune with Nature, which brought me the lover of a lifetime.

Alas, our lovechild (and his father) are lost to me now, but oh, the memories. Such wonderful, lovely memories.

I have some nice fresh placenta chilling for you, darling.

Icky is all that anyone would really ever want to be, except not really. It is obvious the love that everyone has for this sick, venal piece of nauseousness . When Icky says "vomit" I say, "what kind of chunks would you like in that, sir?

A true artist, indeed.

Icky Bob is the Nelson Mandela of social networking websites.
Free Icky Bob!

He is a super idol of the Mars Spirit!!

A keid oiss pow vyp ezsd bnoxug z cicselc lik s mimmwe. Mf zers ciuxkly aic curr, lis bigsi we xiccuing liplknk ze xeyrubtubg. Tzhi ux a hit ubmmmm tzxc itz lokss, e sonkmis xto vat.

Hey mister, hey mister
I just want a dime
'Cause I need a cup of coffee and a moment of your time
I can tell your raising hell the way I used to do
But I wish someone woulda' talked to me
Like I wanna talk to you

I've been to Georgia and California
Anywhere I could run
I stole a woman in Tennessee
and we made love in the sun
But I ran out of places and friendly faces
Because I had to be free
I've been to paradise but I've never been to me

Thanks mister, thanks mister
But please don't walk away
'Cause I have this need to tell you
Why I'm all alone today
I can see so much of me still living in your eyes
Won't you share a part of an old mans heart
On the day before he dies

I've been to China & Asia Minor
On any ship that would sail
I made some noise with some good old boys
We wrecked a southern jail

I've seen the best men crawl and some teardrops fall
There ain't nothing I ain't seen
I've been to paradise but I've never been to me

I've even been to marriage
Where children cry for someone they couldn't find
Never knowing that I was searching
For things I left behind

I thought my heart could wait
but I learned too late
Only love can make people free
I've been to paradise but I've never been to me

what makes icky adorable is his stick to it-iveness. always on the placenta tip or some other nasty bit, he makes my day with poo-humor and guts. and he helped me meet the ghost of a lovely, fictitious nazi war prisoner.

oh yeah, I forgot, his stick-to-it-iveness. like when he sticks to the ceiling after being projectile vomited from a feral hogs infected maw.

ssSSSHHLLLLUUUUUUUUUGGGUUUUUULLLGGLLUUUUUUURRRGGRRrrrooooowwllllguuuuuuuuuuh

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Icky makes me happy like puppies, kitties and warm summer days.*



* - the kitties and puppies are dead and rotting in the sun.

via Dirk, ""Dude are you like president of your high school chess team or something?"

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Icky said when he was just five years old
"You know there's nothing happening at all"
Every time he puts on the radio
There was nothing goin' down at all
Then one fine mornin' he puts on a SF station
He couldn't believe what he heard at all
He started dancin' to that fine fine music
You know his life was saved by Rock 'n' Roll

Despite all the amputations
You could just dance to a rock 'n' roll station!

And it was alright!

I love Icky! He makes me want to eat fried spam sammiches everyday. And create a Spam Pie so I can worship Icky and Pie at the same time.

QueenE of Pie highly endorses this being.

Icky Bob scares me less than some of my babysitters!!