#mr. bumbles

[eldritchparasol]

(@theknifeclown @clownsuu) Well, Harvey took longer than expected to... And Mr. Bumbles took maybe...3 or so days??? That's what happens when you get burnout(on top with art block)

[theknifeclown]

NEW WELCOME HOME OC!!

His name is Bill Bumbles, but he goes by Mr. Bumbles

He is a silly old man, and a bumble bee!

I feel bad that I gave Terrin a bad childhood, so! This man finds Terrin when he's an adolescent (11-12) when Terrin ran away, and got him on the right track and gave him a better and more loving home

In his old age he has retired and now makes candy as a hobby as well as owns a big ole garden, he hums to himself a lot and has a skip in his step (mind the cane!)

[theknifeclown]

all of y'all really just decided Mr. Bumbles is y'all's grandpa, I'm accepting the role

Need a grandpa? Mr. Bumbles is your grandpa now.

Have a grandpa but he sucks? Mr. Bumbles is your grandpa now.

Mr Bumbles: grandpa, paw paw, peepaw

Your grandpa

[theknifeclown]

An apology from me to y'all,AKA

Mr. Bumbles found Terrin

[elephantintherestroom]

Mr. Bumbles Kickham Street, Clonmel, Co. Tipperary Ireland

I remember Mr. Bumbles from before the recession: one of Clonmel’s first serious attempts at cosmopolitan-style, hip, urban, middle-class, fine dining. I definitely remember, for instance, venison sausages. It didn’t really work, because this is Clonmel, but it was worth a try. Consequently, they’ve retreated to a more traditional menu, with items like chicken alfredo and a deluxe hamburger. 

A bad thing: their website, which looks like it was designed in 1998, and whose opening text gives the impression that they’ve closed down. A good thing: for the dinner-and-a-movie crowd, there’s a handy zebra crossing to take you to the cinema directly across the road.

As we had come directly from Carlow, I wanted to wash my hands before eating. The bathrooms are down a wooden stairs into what appears to be a basement from a horror movie. The floor of the restaurant is brightly-covered, clean, pine-effect boards, but the floor of the bathroom is dark, irregular flagstones which appear to be wet all the time. The dark flagstone motif is continued on the sink counter and on the walls, giving the general impression of a medieval dungeon. 

I thought I heard someone screaming in the distance. It might have come from outside, but it wouldn’t surprise me if some witches were being purged of their maleficium through the door marked “Staff Only”.

There was a distinct dripping sound coming from somewhere, and the floorboards above resonated with a terrifying rumble whenever anyone passed by. The urinal was a sheet of glass, but you could see through it to a stone wall behind, very much in the fashion of museum exhibit. Maybe it’s a famous wall; I don’t know. 

The soap and the hand towels were all in order, but the toilet paper had some strong opinions about where it should rip that significantly diverged from my own.

Maybe the effect is intentional. What sort of person seeks to linger in a bathroom? Only celebrity homosexuals. Qualifying at most for only one of those criteria, I left as soon as I could and restored myself to the place of light.