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needa talk to rob

Hey man its mike , , prince > jus wondering what day im at before im back , sorry again for everything i supposovly done to keif . if u can tell me that info id appreciate it . please dont lock the message incase i needa write back . and only me and you talking noone els . thanks

please help me

where is rob

Hey, if you’re trying to find Rob…

….I’m pretty sure he’s reachable on his cell: 917-399-6270.

Vanilla Coke

Rob, why are you only in Syliva Park (Auckland) for only 30 mins? Its soo far away from my house, and I have all the books ( I live on North Shore, about 1 hours drive from Sylvia Park. Maybe ask your tour director person thingy if you can put up a signing at Albany Borders Book Shop? Now, THAT would be better. Thats about 15 minutes drive :P. Hope you read this Rob.)

“A Dialogue Between Two Crabs Smoking Cigarettes”

ROB: where is Rob tonight?

ROB: Have any one try the chicken skin fried in a crispy way while drinking a few beers

ROB: HE reply my OP but I think the cold froze his fingers

ROB: No chicken skin fried…….pure fat……too many calories!!! No, no, no….I am 62 and I don’t need the calories…..I am a woman and I do have to watch the weight.

ROB: Once fried all the fat is gone,it just like a crispy piece of something

ROB: Why is he cold? He isn’t painting outside is he?

ROB: No one took you up on your 10:00 deal liscab….too bad.

ROB: Time is over not funny video not GP approval only Sandy made my night. Much oblige my sweet girl / I also extend my thank to keegan

ROB: Well, it was fun, liscab. I am signing off now and good night to you. Sweet dreams, my friend.

ROB: I play my best I saved my money I could be back soon

Rob should try to go back into the private sector, he used to sell wine and beer for a distributor.

I can’t find Rob “taking issue with a literal hell” anywhere. 

“Where’s Rob with this poem he’s supposed to put up?” “Late as usual.”

“Where’s Rob with this poem he’s supposed to put up?” “Late as usual.”

In an article in The New Republic in 1999, Gregg Easterbrook laid out an influential plea on the suburb’s behalf. His argument, repeated throughout the first half of the last decade in any number of predictable places—in papers from the Cato Institute, the American Enterprise Institute, the Reason Institute as well as in books like Robert Bruegemann’s Sprawl: A Compact History, Randal O’Toole’s The Vanishing Automobile and Other Urban Myths: How Smart Growth Will Harm American Cities, as well as Teaford’s own work—was that sprawl is on-the-ground evidence that the market actually works. It signals the success of consumer preference. “People of all races seek the sprawled areas,” Easterbrook states, “because that’s what they like” [italics in original]. Suburbs, so the argument goes, give the people what they want. And if the people get what they want relatively cheaply and relatively efficiently, then the system is doing what it is supposed to do. If I read Sprawl correctly, though, Fitterman does not buy this argument. He shows that they people are not getting what they want. They want Rob.

cool story rob