I'm Bob. I may not look like a Bob but I am. People call me Bo for short, like in Bo-Peep, minus of course, the dress and the sheep. Although why any one would want to be called Bo-Peep is beyond me. Sounds too much like Bo-peeping, or a peeping Bo. What if my name was Tom instead of Bob, that would make me a peeping Tom. Bob would have a fit. Come to think of it, so would my mother. She had a fit when I changed my name to Bob. I don't think she ever got over it either because to this day she stills yells for me using my real name.....STELLLLA! YOU GET OVER HERE!