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Recently I head the rumor that “Bob Senitram” had died and thats what happened to the famous “Ask Bob” column.  No one present knew that I was the very much alive Bob Senitram.

I never had financial goals for TheWeirdcrap, but I did have the goal that someday I would overhear folks talking about me or TheWeirdcrap.  This is actually the second time it happened!

There’s good reason I’ve been absent.

Best explained in a previous column, which is actually a re-run of an older column, which was inspired by a column before that…let’s face it, I’m out of ideas.

I’ve been writing this column for many years, and well.  The well has run dry.  I got nuthin’ left to say.
Here’s what happened.  
I moved out of my parent’s home when I was about 20 and immediately started doing stupid stuff.   It wasn’t on purpose, I’m just stupid when I drink, and when I was young I drank a lot…thus, the plethora of strange mishaps.  
Anyways, I kept on doing stupid stuff until I was about 35.  Then I started TheWeirdcrap.com and started writing about all the stupid/weird crap I did when I was younger.  Now 15 years later, I basically ran out of material.  
The only way to get good material is to become an alcoholic again and let nature take its course.  But I have a good job that and kids to take care of…so that’s a no-go.
I could stop the column all together, but shutting down TheWeirdcrap.com just because I don’t have quality material is counter-intuitive, basically because we’ve NEVER had quality material.
Soooooo, instead of trying to produce WAY past my prime, like the Mick Jagger, I shall take the path of Barry Manilow and re-do everything I did when I was young.  
So that’s that.
Here’s one of my favorites from when my brain was fertile and full of alcohol:  
Marty from Morgantown West Virginia writes:
bob..i need your help, my butt itches. now normaly if my butt itches i just scratch it and wipe my fingers on the dog..and thats that, but lately my butt itches all the time, even after i scratch it, and scratch it, and scratch it, ive tried softer toilet paper, ive tried preperation h, i even tried washing my butt more often, but nothing helps cmon bob your my last hope.
Dear Marty, you are suffering from what is known in the health care industry as CBIS (Chronic Butt Itch Syndrom).  Most health care professionals would suggest that you are suffering from a hygiene issue and well, basically, you need to clean up your act.  However, they know as well as I, THIS WILL NOT SOLVE YOUR PROBLEM!
To truly solve your problem, first we must understand the cause of the problem.  As unlikely as it may seem, your problem started tens of thousands of years ago, so please be patient as I explain the origins of the chronic butt itch syndrome.
In my critically acclaimed book, “Feces of the Gods” (A follow up to my other critically acclaimed book, “Water Towers of the Gods”), I provide microscopic evidence that dinosaur feces contain a consistent level of small pebbles in their feces samples.  I have come to the non-disputable conclusion that many post-Jurassic dinosaurs ate small pebbles deliberately.  
Upon close examination, it was found that these pebbles had remnants of tiny-tiny microorganisms much smaller than any micro-organisms that exist today.  I propose that these organisms are still responsible for the cronic butt-itch, today.  The reason that the tiny organisms I call “Crobutich” make the butt itch is simple to explain – they are not from this planet.
You see, although, they can exist in earth organisms, they very much desire the alien feces that were present during their evolution; however, once an earth-organism is infected, the “Crobutich” continuously wiggle and squiggle their way in the intestines looking for that sacred green-martian-spider-poo.  It is never found, so they wiggle around endlessly until they die.
By now you may be wondering how these alien microorganisms came to the planet Earth.
Millions of years ago, an asteroid fell to earth.  Well it didn’t kill the dinosaurs or wipe out the planet, but it did have a hollow inside that was jam packed with alien spider eggs.   The inside was protected from the heat of atmospheric entry. And once it hit ground, millions and millions of alien space-spiders came crawling out, and they had little “people-heads” that tilted right and left saying, “Me-me, me-me, me-me, me-me.”
The horrible crobutitch’s lived in the bowels of these alien space-spiders. When the spiders died, they went into the ground and ended up on plants.  I suspect these spiders gave rise to modern day spiders, much less intelligent than their alien ancestors.  
But that’s a different story.
Turns out the Crobutitch, thrive on earth plant life, and have been living, undetected, on Earth plants to this very day.  So when we eat the plants we also get infected.  Once infected, the tiny space-organisms realize that they are in an organism’s bowel, and they start wiggling and squiggling looking for that sacred green-martian-spider-poo.
Which leaves us to wonder about the asteroid that fell to Earth?
Under normal circumstances, that particular asteroid would have never bumped into our planet; however, thanks to that bumbling fool, Stephen Johnson, it did.  And now we all get the chronic butt itch.
Thanks Stephen!
Here’s what happened.
As many of you may know, I’ve been dabbling in the art of time travel.  We’ll it just so happened, that yesterday…last week…ten years ago, I was just about finished on my first proto-type.  It’s not as   complicated as you may think, but there’s a lot of parts and takes a novice like myself a good 20 years to complete.  
By the way, I just googled it and got instructions.  
So I started on my prototype yesterday and finished in 2034.  Then I traveled back to 1994 and gave myself the plans and went to work.  Then, twenty years later (2014 – yesterday) I was finished!
Anyways in 1997 Stephen Johnson snuck into my time portal to see if he could get it to work so he could go back in time and smoke the cigarette that he just smoked.  Because the time portal’s controls were not complete, he went back in time all right, but with no controls and he ended up millions of years in the past.  
He stepped out just in time to see two aliens walk out of a spacecraft, skip down a path, holding hands and sat by a nearby cliff.  Their helmets leaned next to each other while they enjoyed the brilliant sun set and our giant moon.   
Ahhhh, Amore!
That’s when stupid bastard (Stephen Johnson) entered the space craft to get a light for his cigarette.  Being the numb-skull that he is, he headed right toward the control panel and started switching and pulling levers hoping to find a car-like cigarette lighter.
The ship shot into space in an instant, while the Alien lovers pointed at it in the night sky, not knowing it was their ship.  It ran straight into an asteroid which got knocked into a path toward the Earth.  After that, the spiders crawled out and the rest is butt-scratching history.
Stephen must have hit auto-pilot by accident and the ship returned to Earth and the Aliens never knew it was gone.  Then Stephen went back to the time portal and ended up in 1927 Earth, where I found him floating in a banana boat.  The portal was ruined and I couldn’t start, because back in 1927 I didn’t have the time travel idea yet.
I didn’t get the idea until 1994 when I got to working on the details and started production in 1997, so it should be done in 2017.  When finished (not done in today’s time line), I’ll go back and give myself the instructions in 1994 when I first got the idea.  In the next time line, when I write this column I would have finished building the time portal long ago.
Back to the chronic butt itch…

The cure, there is no cure other than for me to go back in time and stop Stephen from stealing the space ship that caused all the trouble.  We all have to wait another year and see if I succeed.  If I do, all spiders will disappear along with any troublesome bottom issues.

And now you know.

Coming up: Flo tells me to, “eat my shorts!”

Bob Senitram

Webmaster and editor of TheWeirdcrap.com. I obtained a bachelor's degree in micro-biology around the turn of the century but was quickly tracked down and forced to return it to its rightful owner and pay a $25 fine. *** A fan of science fiction, I started this website in 1999 as a portal for science fiction stories that have never been published. *** Completely devoid of talent, I decided to call on the public to supply content. Shortly afterwards Stephen and I started writing weekly columns and have continued to this day.



  1. The most important discovery in Human history and not one single person leaves a comment!


    That's all I wanted to say, I don't have a comment either.

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