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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The sun is always over the yard-arm somewhere, though perhaps not in your longitude.
I had a strict rule against drinking before noon, but then Kim Wilson broke my heart in Algebra class…and…well…
[ Waits for ladies to rush forward with tales of untoward noises. ]
You might be waiting a bit – not sure you have any of the younger generation ladies here – they tend to share stuff like that more openly.
It’s just something that happens, sometimes in …er… intimate situations, but unless you are with a complete jerk, it’s a humorous moment. Although I can understand the mirth generated by David’s pedaling friend’s party trick, I’ve never been much of a social person, so not much of an opportunity for untoward noises to be overheard.
[ Chugs on cherry wine. ]
Not too shabby.