Grimbobbers 🎃👻💀
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“He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream, and he sometimes wondered whose it was, and whether they were enjoying it.” @ionawonderbox’s love bulb. Keeping my end up for UK/US international relations.
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Posting this as my standard response to living with a pagan witch.
Offer? You escorting again?

Anyway, when you’re next in our neck of woods please do let us know. I actually think we’re the ones missing out.
I said the same. He’s a such a tart. We should call him Mr Kipling from now on.

Saying that, hope to meet the legend himself some day!
I know right, so great that the visionary Paul Simon even wrote a song about it.

‘You Can Call Me Al’

As demonstrated in that video - it is quite literally slop.

I get it. There is no truth any more.
Mike, you’re like licking a lemon.

You pull a face at first, but for some reason want to go back for more.

PS. Don’t fucking DM me, coz ain’t licking your lemon. 🍋
It’s ok Mike, us tea drinkers love you just the same. x
Watching 40 hits of 1975 at the BBC.

So much drifty, floaty, bloated hippy mush.

And yes, some of it stands the test of time and is brilliant.

But no-one knew what was going to happen a year late. 1976. The Sex Pistols.

The world changed.

I was a very tiny Bobbers then, but it was cataclysmic
Is organ harvesting still a thing?
Guess I’m sleeping alone tonight 😭
They absolutely need to frame that and hang it in the Tate Modern.
Oh, that’s good.

You can now learn to forge her hand writing, do a murder, and leave a note.

They’ll never catch you.

And ‘Box will do 25 in Wormwood Scrubs.
I’ve honesty ick-ed myself out reliving the trauma.

I’ll STFU now. 🤣
Oh. That’s not the worst of it. We had a hornets nest one summer too.

They make wasps look like child’s play.

Country living.
Big Dick Thunderstick?

Btw, Neil, you don’t half get around.

You absolute tart! ;)
Ah. I won’t tell you about the time they nested in our cavity wall, nibbled through the ceiling plasterboard, then swarmed into the light one Friday night.

And how my ex was screaming whilst pulling them out of her long hair with her fingers.

Pure terror.

But as I said, I won’t mention that.
Me too. We’ve been invaded by them this summer/autumn.

Thinking there might be a nest in my roof as we get between six and a dozen a day of the massive drones upstairs.

Horrid bastards.