Not exactly what I was expecting to find on my doorstep this morning.
Next time I’ll raise my voice. (BEER. B-E-E-R.)
And to add insult to injury, broadcast the story publicly through a commissioned artwork. IN COMIC SANS.
"Pseudo Lambo." (Courtesy ramil.)
Because nothing says “romance” like a bouquet of mouldering mandarins.
Behold. A definite collection of objects.
Ain’t no party like a Victorian tea partAY.
"So the Ghost of Christmas Future just popped in for a quick shop…" (Courtesy @Moore_Wilsons.)
"And whenever they catch you, they will kill you. But first, they must catch you."
Feeding the pigeons, just like witches at black masses.
My new favourite thing (and not even a moustachioed fixie-riding hipster).
Early onset coronary heart disease: avoided.