I just got off the phone with longtime Kossack and community treasure Bob Johnson and, as funny as he and his dog Rex appear to be in diary- and comment-form here on DailyKos, talking to the aforementioned Mr. Johnson is very much different from what you might expect...
NS: Hello, may I speak to Bob Johnson, please?
BJ: Maybe. This isn't Ed Geithner, is it?
NS: Who? No, it's not. My name is Newton Snookers, a community member of DailyKos...
BJ: I am SO sorry about anything I might have done to upset anyone, including my fourth-grade teacher Mr. Hayashida. Or his goldfish. They -- the goldfish -- can be testy during the summer months, as I remember.
NS: I was calling just to thank you for your hilarious diary--
BJ: THAT diary??!!?? My kids wrote that right before they took their nap after lunch. Sheesh. Really, Newton, my KIDS are funnier than you, but then who isn't?
NS: OK, point made, but I really wanted to say how much--
(Fumbling sound coming from Johnson's phone.)
RJ: Rut rou ralking rout?
NS: Rex? Damn!! You really DO talk!! I can't--
RJ: Rang rup the rhone, rumb rass. Bob no ralk ranymore. He make Rex sushi right row.
NS: Ruck rou, Rex.
(Dial tone coming from Johnson's phone.)