BOB JOHNSON RIDES AGAIN! 287

287. LOVE LOVE ME DO

287. LOVE LOVE ME DO

Bob Johnson’s grandpa has started following Elon Musk around town hoping to hear again those passionate words that Elon recently directed to Monumental Li’s bathrobe when Bob Johnson’s grandpa was lying under it.

“Nobody ever said such wonderful things to me before, certainly not either of my ex-wives, who seemed to grow pretty tired of me as soon as the matrimonial knot was tied. So tell me again, Elon: does my breath still smell like scented candles? Do I still have hips that won’t quit? Am I still the sexiest ninety year old Asian woman you ever met–and don’t worry about the fact that I’m more like a hundred, and my parents were both Welsh whiskey drummers. When it comes to love, you can’t always hit the nail on the head, which is what both my ex-wives shouted at me the first times they threw me out of the house, and threw their hammers after me. But why why why, oh great and modest Elon, can love like ours not be destined to flourish and grow? Or is that another thing you said to me last night and now I’m just repeating it back at you? I was never a very adroit wielder of love language–much like both of my ex-wives! And their hammers!”

The self-driving Elon Musk has never failed to self-drive fast enough–but every time he looks over his shoulder, that old fart seems to be gaining ground on him! Well of course–look at that! Bob Johnson’s grandpa isn’t pursuing Elon on his spindly legs! He’s riding high and proud on the noblest steed in San Luis Obispo–Zorro’s ever-faithful Tornado!