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 happyHe 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