I get on the bus yesterday morning, sit next to a dude and he says to me, “You’re not going to sing AC/DC are you?” Of course, he’s referencing the last time I was on the show, with the Poconos/V-day piece. I respond the way I usually do to strangers that know me, I said, “You’re not going to kill me, are you?” Ha ha, I’m such an ass. We got to talking and we actually met on the bus years ago when I first started getting on air, about 1995. I didn’t remember that interaction, he did…oops. Anyway, we both like the Steelers, so I’ll probably run into him this season. There’s a bar in Hoboken where a lot of Steelers fans gather. Now I have proof that I’m somewhat famous, ha ha. For being so nice, I’m naming Keith, one of Bob’s People:

Keith is one of
Bob’s People

Now, if you’d like your photo on bobborden.com, don’t be shy, introduce yourself the next time you see me on the bus. Hopefully you’re a single woman.

I’m sitting at my desk reading a magazine…I mean, reading an important script -- my friend Steve walks up to my desk and it looks like he has a question. Instead of saying ‘Bob,’ he says, “Bor-don-ics.” I’m not exactly sure why that made me laugh so hard. It just makes no sense. That’s the word of the week: Bordonics. I told a few people about that and their response was, ‘I don’t get it’ -- There’s nothing to get, it is what it is…people!

As I post today’s diary, I could be 120 million richer. That’d be nice. I’m splitting the cash with Walter and “Sally” if I win and vice versa. Oh sweet Lord, you know I’ve been good, hook a brother up!

Yuk, I hate talking about topics I bring up ALL THE TIME. The lotto? Everybody wants to win the lotto. I need something strong to end the diary today. Think Bordonics, think! I got it: How about a new feature to bobborden.com?

I leave you today with something brand new, I call it; 11:25 BEER…here we go:

11:25 BEER!


Anything? Oh well, it sure was tasty! And I’ll have no trouble sleeping as beer is nature’s sleeping pill.

THAT’S IT!

Have a great day.

All my best,

Bob