Bob was the Lost Jammers little brother. He loved bacon and whenever he touched somebody they turned into him. So the Lost Jammer told him to only wear gloves.
It was one stormy night. Bob went out to get a drink and noticed Lost wasn't in his bed. He gasped. "Y U MISSING?" he screeched. He looked everywhere for him and he even looked in the shops.
He was so mad he threw the glove, glovu at a wolf. He growled "Do wewe even know how I am?" alisema the wolf. "I've been in - " the mbwa mwitu stopped. Bob has touched him with his magical paw. The mbwa mwitu turned derpier and zaidi bobier than ever. link
Another jammer walked up and alisema hi to the two Bob's! The mbwa mwitu shaked her hand. She turned into a Bob too. They touched everybody until everybody was a Bob. AJHQ was furious! They banned the Bob accounts for Jamaa.
Animal jam, jamu isn't filled with bobs from this day. Happy jamming!
It was one stormy night. Bob went out to get a drink and noticed Lost wasn't in his bed. He gasped. "Y U MISSING?" he screeched. He looked everywhere for him and he even looked in the shops.
He was so mad he threw the glove, glovu at a wolf. He growled "Do wewe even know how I am?" alisema the wolf. "I've been in - " the mbwa mwitu stopped. Bob has touched him with his magical paw. The mbwa mwitu turned derpier and zaidi bobier than ever. link
Another jammer walked up and alisema hi to the two Bob's! The mbwa mwitu shaked her hand. She turned into a Bob too. They touched everybody until everybody was a Bob. AJHQ was furious! They banned the Bob accounts for Jamaa.
Animal jam, jamu isn't filled with bobs from this day. Happy jamming!
