Bob was satisfied when Jay said he was coming. It meant that the Not Quick Stop wouldn't smell like quite so much ass anymore. It was getting pretty damn ripe in there.
Looking over his shoulder, Bob gave Jay a look of 'I fucking heard that,' but continued on, turning the small bottle in his hand. It was better than nothing, even if it probably smelled all girly and shit.
Canting his head to Jay's latest rant Bob rolled his eyes. Let's face it, it's not like he hadn't seen Jay naked before - all that fucking Silence Of the Lambs Wild-Bill impersonating, while genius, was also nude. Not that Bob was fucking looking or some shit - it was a fucking train wreck and he couldn't help it. Fucking Jay and his naked asswhipery.
Shooting back a look of 'you aren't seeing me fucking naked,' Bob continued on his slow ass walk. Pink legs and all.