BTB, He Gives Because He Cares

Bald Tire Bob, he likes himself to stay on the good side of the street, spirit-wise. Son, it’s not enough to have enough, you have to give some back. The Man Upstairs, he knows ungrateful when he sees it, and he sees just about everything, except maybe down in Bob’s command post in the compound, it’s lined with lead to keep the Feds guessing. Still, He probably can see in there, too, Bob he doesn’t think the Big Guy could make himself something he couldn’t see himself through, but that’s part of the Big Mystery – you could go yourself crazy trying to think too much about it.

Anyway, The Man Upstairs he knows ungrateful – he made the Belgians, only He knows himself why – so Bob, he likes to give back to the community all upstanding-like. Just last year he gave the College Woman’s Volleyball all new uniforms, with only a modest Bald Tire Bob Automotive logo on the back by the spaghetti straps, tasteful.

Still, you give of yourself and son you find out who the haters are: they say themselves things like “Bob, those are inappropriate” or “Bob, there ain’t no way I’m letting my daughter jump herself up-and-down in that”, the jealous ones always find themselves with something to complain themselves about.

So Bob, he don’t let it get himself down, he’s got a LeBaron so the Man Upstairs, he and Bob are square. Heck, this year Bob he thinks it’s time to help the College Woman’s Swim Team some, keep them aerodynamic or whatever it is when you go through the water real fast.