Friday Ephemera (838)
An attempt was made. || Containment breach. || Effortless and briskly. || Mobility solution. || Tom Jones’ Sex Bomb, but sung in the style of the 1500s. || For all your emergency bikini needs. || On the never-never, or the thrill of hire purchase, 1958. || How to straighten crossed eyes. || Relativistic Asteroids, a game about time, light and blowing stuff up. || Toilet-related complication. And the clock is ticking. || Livestreaming location of note. || The thrill of shelving, 1979. || Sudden-onset sitting. || Strange new worlds. || Missing woman. || You want one and you know it. || As one does. || A beginner’s guide to your dynamic vagina. || I do like the pig. || Percentages. || The progressive retail experience, parts 763, 764 and 765. || Whaling fashion, 1834. || And a reminder that true love is a beautiful thing.
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Spiting one’s own face.
A Camberwell carrot was smoked.
Should have eight legs.
For stability.
Of course.