Welcome fans!
I know it's been awhile since I've posted a page of fan mail. Maybe there's something wrong with me but I always kinda figured you'd all be more interested in the people who dislike me. BUT you have been emailing me saying "MORE FAN MAIL!" so here's a page of good looking, fun-loving fans with funny stories, questions, praises and pictures.

Hey Bob,

I'm a big fan of your site. I'm stuck in bed because I threw my back out at work. I was just bored surfing around and I found this site that a group of scary people made to help kids find Jesus. They made comic characters of the good and evil people that one might encounter. The Atheist is a goat named Mr. Gruff that wears a wrinkled blue bathrobe and holds a cup of joe, which makes him look more like an unemployed bachelor dude than anything else to me. Beneath the drawing of Mr. Gruff, they put a stern warning: If you find an Atheist in your neighborhood, TELL A PARENT OR PASTOR RIGHT AWAY!

You may be moved to try and witness to these poor lost souls yourself, however AVOID TALKING TO THEM!

Under that there's a giraffe creatioin scientist in a lab coat who explains how dinosaurs aren't extinct and where fossils came from. Anyway, this site cracked me up and I thought you might find it entertaining. I don't mind being one atheist in a crowd of christians most of the time, but it sucks when I find something that's hilarious that everyone else is afraid to laugh at.

~Lisa


Dear Bob- I've been contemplating on writing you and telling you how awesome you are, but I didn't really know how to put it. I still really don't, but oh well. Your Satan Salvation comic honestly brought me to tears because I was laughing so fucking hard. I absolutely love it. I must say making Jesus look like a pathetic whimpering dumbass was the greatest idea yet of how He should be portrayed.

Yours truly,
Midget.

Hi Bob,

I've been a fan of yours for a few months, when a good friend of mine showed me your site. I think it's wonderful! I always check your site every day to see if you've added something new. Obviously, I am an atheist as well. I pretty much have been all my life, though I didn't know the word for it when I was young. I've been raised in Texas--so there's not exactly the most open-minded people around here. Anyway, all my life I never really put much stock into God or an afterlife or all the other things my family seemed so keen on. I refused to go to church once I was old enough (Sunday school Pre-K, ugh)--and oddly enough, no one in my family made a fuss about it. In fact, it seemed perfectly fine with them for my somewhat morbid obsession with books on cannibals, murderers, and other things. But, oddly enough, once I used the "A-word" to describe myself about a year ago, my mother went completely Nazi on me--as though she had never thought my disinterest in God would mean I did not believe in Him! Luckily, I moved out with a best friend soon afterwards (she's the one who showed me your site).

I shouldn't bore you with all of this though, I simply wished to e-mail to you tell you how much I enjoy your site and that I'll be ordering the Jesus Dress-Up magnets soon. I hope you keep up the good work!

By the way, I'm attaching a couple pictures of myself, taken last Halloween when I dressed up as Indiana Jones.

Raechel (pronounced like Rachel, but spelled better)

P.S. You look very nice in your devil costume!!

Hi Bob,

I emailed you several months ago, testifying as to how Jesusdressup.com changed my life. You probably don't remember... you asked me to send you a picture, but at the time I had just moved, didn't have any pix readily available, scanner was busted, whatever.

Anyhoo, I moved back to St. Louis after many years away, and was shocked! and appalled! at the plethora of X-ians here. Shudder. That's right: Missouri, home of the anti-gay bigots. Makes me so proud.

So at my new job, I mentioned to one of my co-workers that I was looking for a chiropractor. Now, you hafta understand, I'm not a big fan of alternative medicine and yadda yadda yadda, but I do have some low-key chronic back pain (big boobs, they suck) and I discovered that my new insurance paid for chiropractic care, so I figured, what the hey.

So I asked Co-worker if she knew of anyone in the area. Well, she raved on and on about this woman who was "so wonderful" and "so caring," and the staff was "just like a family," etc. In retrospect it DOES sound like the Jim Jones family, but hey, my back was hurtin' and I figured, OK, try it out, what can it hurt? So I made an appointment and got my med records sent over.

On the appointed day, I drove out to the chiroquacktor. When I arrived, the waiting room was empty, as was the receptionist's desk. However, it was about 6:00 p.m. and I was half an hour early, and I figured, they had probably run out to get a bite to eat or something. As I waited, I began looking around the waiting room.

First thing I noticed was a stack of spine pamphlets. Fine. However, next to that stack was a second stack of tracts entitled "Jesus Died For Your Sins." Henh? I'm immediately suspicious. I scan the contents of the bulletin board on the wall. Between the ads for a homeopath and an aromatherapist is a flyer advertising a "Jesus Youth Revival." Of course, I'm hoping this is simply a testimonial written by a Mexican guy espousing the benefits of Botox, but alas, no. Now I'm REALLY suspicious. I look over in the corner and there it is... The Motherlode. Sitting by a stack of "Christian Yellow Pages" is a Gideon's Bible. In a "doctor's" office. WTF???

I'm not proud of what I did next, which is: I basely turned tail and fled. Do I want someone like that within 50 feet of my spine? I think not. And you know, the more I thought about it, the more pissed off I got. I mean, I'm a dyed-in-the-wool atheist, so it was offensive enough to me personally, but what if I had been a devout Jew? Or Muslim? Or Sikh? Or whatever? You go in to receive medical treatment and you get accosted with that kind of shite? I'll just take some fuckin' Motrin, thanks.

Next day, I go in to work. Co-worker eagerly greets me. "Well, how was it?" "Fine," I answer. "Did you like her? Isn't she nice??" "Yep," I say tersely. "Well, what did she say? Are you gonna go back?" Finally I couldn't stand it anymore, and I'm like, "Look, I'll be honest with you, I took one look at all that offensive X-ian shit in the waiting room, and I left." Her response (in a very subdued voice): "Oh." End Of Discussion.

I'm all for being pleasant to your co-workers, because you have to spend 8 hours a day with them, and why be purposely unpleasant when it's unnecessary, but CHRIST! DON'T try to indoctrinate me into your Zombie Voodoo Cannibal religion!!

Oh by the way, she's in her fifties and loves the color purple and horsies and puppies. What more do you need to know? Can you say "arrested mental development"?

Anyway, on the bright side, I'm so grateful for your web site. Your review of the Mel Gibson flick almost made me spew soda out my nose laughing. Keep up the good work.

I'm attaching a crappy picture from many moons ago.
Much love,
Laurie Bowman