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Here's a video of my encounter with the Cincinnati Police Swat team. I took Jenni hostage and they had to negotiate her out of the situation. I think I provided quite the exercise for them. Click the reel to watch :

Now that bengals training camp is underway, I can't help but fantasize about the team's prospects this year. How many will be 'scared straight?' How many will be 'gay and carefree?' And how many will have a foot in both camps, eh? All I can say is 'full contact' is exciting and jarring and a reminder I have some 'real peach'  preserves to jar. Sorry, someone just passed and said "hi" to me and I lost my focus. Hope to see you at the games and the locker-rooms and
fantasy web sites. If not, save a seat on the bus for me and we'll catch up. 
Love and respect always, Robert J. Berry, aka Bob the Producer, aka Biker Bob, aka DNB.  

Saturday, July 28th was a day of mixed emotions for me. I was happy for the Wildman and Lisa for their blissful union, but I was on shaky ground as to 'what about Bob the Producer?' Eh? What's to become of me, eh? I'm talking about Bob the Opportunist, who used to glob on to Wildman's trail of cast-offs when he was Cincinnati's most eligible bachelor. I'm talking about Bob the Crasher, who used to move in to 'the Wildman's' notorious bachelor pad whenever Jo-Jo and I used to argue over who's "bigger" me or Eddie? I loved bouncing on his waterbed. (actually turns out it wasn't a waterbed, but he was a bed-wetter, which just added to the 'wild mystique'). Hopefully Lisa won't mind if I still crash once in a while with Mugsy and Salad Tongs, and Lazy-eye, and Messy-pants, and Douchbag, and Dopey and Sneezey and Hurler and Pinhead. I know as part of Wildman's pre-nup agreement, in case of a split, he gets custody of  Mugsy and the spatula. I just hope I don't end up coming from a broken home
or trailer. Signed anxious,  skittish, and worried.  BTP.   

It's the end of an era. The end of life as we know it .The end of the reign of Cincinnati's most eligible bachelor. I'm talking about the impending nuptials of
sports commando, Dennis 'the Wildman' Walker. No more spotting "The Wildman" making the scene at Cincinnati's most happening nightspots, like
Boomerang's and 'The Dock." Gone are the days of Wildman's  night out with
'the boys', when Chris "the spoiler" Hansesn would show up with his stupid
'To Catch a Predator' TV crew. I'll miss his dismissing  "I want to see you naked" as a jokey ice-breaker. The end of an era. Dogs sleeping with cats, or bitches petting the puss. I'll miss the city's most elibible babes gushing "What a Catch!" and the wildman returning the compliment with "What a Snatch!" It's history now. Wildman is off the market now like an expired milk moustache.
Sorry ladies, the best you can hope for now is to hook up with Mr. and Mrs. Walker at a swingers club. If you weren't lucky enough to be one of the 'who's
who' invited to "the" wedding event since TomCat's or Bradgelina, you can still  be included with a cash donation to "The Walker Foundation" or Send the Wildman to an exotic/erotic remote honeymoon. (if it is a 'remote' honeymoon,
he'll expect his usual talent fee.). See you in church! Love, the right reverend
Bob.    

Saturday I took my family to the Cincinnati Zoo and it was something! We saw
lions, and tigers and bears oh why? Because they were there! We rode on the trains and I was disappointed I didn't meet any hobos, who hopped on board
without paying,  like me on the mrs (Jo-Jo). The highlight of the outing for me    
was stumbling on a LaRosa's right there in the middle of the zoo!  I had two slices of cheese and just like Shecky, they left me wanting more! I don't think I'll ever forget it, especially the silverback gorilla, who kept watching me like he wanted to get to know me better.  Oh well. There's always tomorrow. 
Hope to see you on a field trip near you. Keep in touch and don't waste your holy water on the sprinkler. Jesus loves you, as do I.  Bobby.