Help me please with life

>I was only 9 years old >I loved Bob Ross so much, I had all the paintings and merchandise. >I pray to Bob Ross every night before bed, thanking him for the life I've been given. >"Bob Ross is love" I say; "Bob Ross is life" >My dad hears me and calls me a liberal arts major >I know he was just jealous of my efficent painting methods >I call him a tryhard >He slaps me with his brush and sends me to go to sleep >I'm crying now, and my face hurts >I lay in bed and it's really cold >Suddenly, a warmth is moving towards me >It's Bob Ross >I am so happy He whispers into my ear "This is my canvas." >He grabs me with his powerful painting hands and puts me down onto my hands and knees >I'm ready >I spread my canvas for Bob >He penetrates my paint thinner >It hurts so much but I do it for Bob >I can feel my canvas tearing as I yell “RUINED” >I push against his force >I want to please Bob >He roars in a mighty roar as he fills my paint with his titanium hwite >My dad walks in >Bob Ross looks him straight in the eyes and says "No mistakes, only happy accidents." >Bob Ross leaves through my window >Bob Ross is love. Bob Ross is life

would smash

are you realy 46 years old but bob ross died 1995 are you fucking kidding me if you are was 9 years old now,maybe you 20,19,17,21,25