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Bob Hunt

Bob Hunt is a Self-made man, an entrepeneur, a business man, and producer of 3200 Porn Movies. He agrees to finance Timothy's Movie - but with a few changes in theme, genre, target audience, and Ratings Classification.

Bob making some sort of brilliant observation or other

Bob enjoying a nice snack of tasty chicken wings (his face is still burning from all of that hot sauce plastered on his kisser!)

Bob Hunt enjoying the good life - pestering innocent passer-byers who look like Farley Mowat

The character of Bob Hunt was played by basically created and completely embodied brilliantly by Comedian Clark Robertson (we, the filmmakers, had a general idea of what Bob should be like, but Clark took it to a whole new and potentially iconic level)

Clark Robertson Bio

In Clark's own words: I was born in Three Rivers Que. Not my fault...that is where Mom spread her loins and dropped me on my head. And the next thing I remember after that is getting beat with a wooden spoon alot...then I ran away when I was 13 after seeing 'The Boy on The Mountain' I think it was called. I rode my 2 speed chopped bike for about 3 hours down a dirt road and stopped, went into the woods a little ways and climed a tree and said to myself...this is where I'm spending the rest of my life...in the woods with all the animals...they will understand me. After sitting in the tree for 2-3 hours I got bored and got back on my bike and peddled for the rest of the day and ended up in Olds, Alberta where I lived in an old car in a junk yard in olds for 4 days and stole food from the local Coop to eat. It was fall and I was very cold at night as I only had a teeshirt and very light wind breaker on....the windows were broken out so the wind would whistle through at night. Should have stayed in the tree...at least it blocked the wind a bit...but I don't know which is worse...being cold or having a branch wedged in the crack of my ass for 3 hours. I phoned home after 4 days and my parents came and got me. Then I ran away at 15 but this time instead of peddling 45 minutes (by car) from home I went from Red Deer to Montreal by train and hung out at my Grandfathers place for 2 or 3 weeks. There I learned to drink, bet on horses and drive a car in down town Montreal with out a licence. Well eventually grandpa got sick of me too and sent me home. Then I left home when I was 17 for good...I was living in Kapuskaping, Ont. at the time and moved to Penhold, AB to work for the DND (Department of National Defence) as a civilian bus driver. Got fired after breaking into the mess hall on my 18th birthday to make breakfast after we partied all night. Well off to Calgary to live at a friends aunts house. While in Calgary I worked as a janitor cleaning banks at night, and yes I photocopied my ass several times. Then I got a job at Canada Metal...a lead recycling plant. They took our blood every 2 weeks to see how much lead was in our system. Thinking back, all that lead is the reason I'm half nuts. My levels were high several times over the 6 years I worked there. I got fired from that job. Come to think of it I got kicked out of alot of things throughout my life...kicked out of cubs, scouts, cadets, school, and a few jobs...was never good with people telling me what to do. After Canada Metal I was unemployed for a year...gotta love pogy. When that ran out, work didn't really appeal to me so I thought...I should go to college. So off to college I went for 3 years. 1 year pre-careers to get my brain back in school mode...actually it was never in school mode while going to school...that was when I discovered pot...I took welding in high school so I could smoke pot right in school...welding booths in shop class were great for hot knifing hash. Well it is called "high" school. After my pre-careers I went into CTSR at SAIT in Calgary. Cinema, television, stage and radio arts. I majored in radio. After I graduated (the only thing I wasn't kicked out of...they tried to kick me out for beating up a bouncer at a SAIT dance). I was a little rowdy at SAIT drinking whisky and fighting...well I was a little upset...I caught my best man in bed with my wife...so instead of killing him I just beat people up. Actually I got beat up most of the time...just trying to relive my old home life. After I graduated...YES I graduated...that alone is fucking amazing. I got a job at a radio station in Drumheller, AB. I produced there for 2 years and won awards for my production skills. The a opportunity came along to go on the road as a juggler...so I did what anyone would do...through away my radio career to go on the road as a juggler...made sense to me...but remember I had alot of lead in my blood. I only had one five week tour to go on and then no juggling job or radio job to come back to. After 5 weeks on the road I came back with a few bucks in my pockert. I was making $875/month in radio and I made $1300/week as a juggler. Upon my return to Calgary I phoned a few agents and started hitting the road as a comedian/juggler. Well after 16 years on the road I met Jamie and he convinced me to be in his Shit Bucket Production...and the rest is history. For more info on me...like you care..check out my website, www.clarkrobertson.com

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