Friday Ephemera (806)

Winter scenes. || Smooth walking. || At last, self-sorting chairs. || Laughed, not sorry. || Nail job. || The Bank of England gold vaults. || But she still had to film herself, obviously. || Bigger than yours. || Are you edible? || 32 times a day. || 21 minutes of morons being tased. || Blessed are the tea ladies, 1987. || I did not know these were a thing. || A gentleman caller. || He has gender-affirming migraine auras. || Motoring decision of note. || Hardcore menopause. || Low-commitment pets. || Improper sitting. || The progressive retail experience, parts 704, 705, 706 and 707. || When you think you’re the good guy. || Move that rear end, she says. || Firefighter. || I was previously unaware of intimate fitness classes. || Today’s words are fossilised anus. || And finally, made for sharing.

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