Oh no! It's Life of Bob

I was really shocked when my now ex-wife Susan asked for a divorce.
All I could think of to say was: "I can't believe you said that."
"I can't believe I married such a hopeless prick," she said.
"But why?" I pleaded.
"You're rubbish in bed; you have no personality; my friends hate you; my family feels sorry for me because I'm with you; you're ugly; you have no sense of humour; you have bad breath; you're predictable; you pick your feet in bed; you have the biggest collection of porn I've ever seen; you rarely change your underwear; you have this really annoying way of clearing out your sinuses; you're weak; you have no friends; you have no realistic way of progressing in your low-status job; you're selfish; your mother is a psychopath; you're probably a closet gay; and most of all, I've found someone else and I've fallen deeply in love for the first time in my life," she replied.
"Yes, but why?" I said.

The above picture has been digitally altered to preserve the anonymity of those involved... and also because they're fucking pug-ugly. I mean Jesus! The bloke's face looks like a dead hedgehog that's been pulled inside out and then shat on by a gang of monkeys suffering from the advanced stages of anal herpes. When I saw it I thought I was going to fucking PUKE. I said "hey guys! we can't seriously post this can we? I mean, I know there's some fucking sick shite on the net and all that but this is fuckin' ridiculous, we'll be shut down in no time and no tosser anywhere is gonna ever dare to fuckin' host us again."