More teens are having fuck-

Did you guys know that more and more teens are having fuck?  I'll get back in my usual blog routine pretty soon, but until then, just enjoy my shitty videos that I'm finding for you.

Here's a .gif of Sarah Jessica Parker turning into a horse

My Newest Blog.

Check out my newest venture at LetMeRateYou.Blogspot.com The first 20 followers get a good ol' fashioned spanking.

"I will rate you on anything, your looks, your shitty emo band, your mom. Shoot me an email at BobRossington@gmail.com with all of your inquiries and pictures. Whether I'm harsh or nice, honestly will always prevail"


Don't fret, my afro crazed peons. I'm not shutting down the Ross Blog. I'll keep updating this as normal.

Bob Ross The Boss

Why is my blog called Bob Ross Afro Blog? Why the fuck do you have to ask so many questions? Why is your blog called "ANOTHER SHITTY VIDEO GAME REVIEWER 3000"? I named it "Bob Ross Afro Blog" because Bob Ross was, and always will be the most tranquil, suave motherfucker that ever walked this cesspool of a planet. In fact, you should feel honored that you even had the opportunity to live in the same era that Bob graced upon thy with his presence. He was the master of wet-on-wet paintings and wet-on-wet panties. If you don't think Bob Ross was getting the ladies, I'll resurrect him so he can personally come beat the alizarin crimson out of your ass with his easel. You want to know why he used to call the trees he painted "happy little trees"? Because when he walked in forests, they'd be all like "holy shit, is that Bob Ross?", and they'd start smiling and begging him to carve his initials in their trunks. (how does a tree smile? I don't have the slightest damned idea, but I know Bob Ross knew). Where am I going with this blog? I don't really have some preplanned direction or any abrupt conclusive end in sight. I just want you to take a moment to ponder the perplex idea that Bob Ross is probably as close to god as this blog is fucking mind-blowing. Maybe he isn't a god, maybe he's pure love and happiness that has manifested itself  into a handsome man with a well kempt afro. That's all I've got to say about that. Who are you favorite painters? Vincent van Gogh? If you look it up on Wikipedia, it will plainly state that Bob Ross painted a time machine back to the late 1800's to show Gogh his modern wet paintings and Vincent shot himself in the face soon after because he knew he'd never be able to compete with Ross' artistic proficiency.

I'm going to sit here now with my sun-burnt kneecaps and scratch my genitals, while I wait for your 3 word comments, pretending you actually read this clusterfuck of a post. 

Bob Ross Parody

Here is a Bob Ross imitation video that I think is pretty funny. It's a few years old and you may of seen it before, but it never fails to get a "lawl" out of me.

Why is Bob Ross so awesome?

Because he's Bob Fucking Ross, that's why.

I don't need to explain to you why a man who paints "happy trees" and bushes is awesome, but I'll throw a few reasons out.

1.) His overly large AFRO that not many people can pull off, unless you're in a 70's funk band.

Many people don't realize this but Bob Ross kept injured birds in his 'fro during the winter to keep warm and recover.

Sometimes when Ross was home alone, he'd dunk his head in cans of paint and use his curly mop as a giant paint brush, and paint beautiful landscapes on the side of his house. It would be a National Landmark if anyone could find it.

2.) He was the happiest man that ever walked the face of the earth.

 If you've ever watched "The Joy of Painting" on PBS, you'd know this. His voice was almost angelic (NO HOMO), it was just so soothing, like verbal Xanax. If you're ever having problems with depression or anxiety, go pick up a couple Bob Ross DVD's, sit back with a cool beverage and be ready for a calmgasm.

 Many didn't know that Bob Ross was in the U.S. Air Force. It's kind of ironic that a peaceful pacifist, like "Ross" would join the Military, but he had his reasons. Instead of flying an F-22, he would let out a shriek call, and a gilded eagle would swoop down from the sky and pick him up. He wouldn't drop bombs on enemies, instead he would drop candy and painting supply kits to the impoverished kids.

3.) He was a loving family man, that showered everyone around him in his aura-of-awesome. He passed away July 4, 1995 at the age of 52 of Lymphoma. Cancer may of killed his physical body, but his spirit and legacy will always live with us.

 He made us smile with his humble demeanor, and turning a blank canvas into an inspirational oil-painting.

That's just a drop in the bucket of why Bob Norman Ross, is AWESOME.