
Meet Bob. He’s my brother. When we were travelling around Brazil, one of the main fast food chains was called Bobs. So here’s a picture of Bob Stood by his Bobs.

Here’s another one.

And another....!
I’m thinking you may all be suffering a little from statues overload a bit by now, so this week I’m going to go off on a slight tangent and publish a few photos of folk stood by their namesakes.
Of course, if you were to end up eating a bit too much at Bobs then you could end up being accused of being a bit of a…

3 comments:
I don't like that goddamn annoying thing you've got over the "next blog" button.
Er, tough.
Can I submit a picture of me with Bob? Would that count?
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