Bob Ross was some artist. Instead of being a tortured, absinthe-drinking, self-mutilating weirdo, good ol' Bob gave off a stoner's "all is good with the world" vibe. Painting the top of mountains with little blobs of white paint could send him off on a reverie. You'd think he was mainlining heroin when all he was doing was texturizing a lone, bare trunk with evergreen leaves. Clouds weren't just clouds — they were happy clouds. Well, naturally, someone had to go and harsh his be-fro'd mellow in these imaginary outtakes. Bob Ross with a dark side? At least it's hilarious!