Joe Stockley was in an expensive sports car and deep trouble. This time, he had really let his mouth and his exotic foreign lover run away with him and it was getting beyond a joke and his immediate circle of friends in the form of rumours and speculation. As he ran a red light, the conversation back in his mind and away from his troubles, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of rising panic and the soft matte finish of his hand-stitched leather steering wheel. Angelica had been absolutely right and his wife for fifteen years, so why was he running scared, these kind of risks and this deadly gauntlet of illicit entanglements?
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Things I like...
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Yo Dawg, Etc. of the Day: Tortoises all the way down.
[reddit.]
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Well This Is Something You Don’t See Every Day of the Day: Dear God: Please oh please let...
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Fiery Photo Series of the Day: Capt. Brian Bews manages to eject from the cockpit of his...
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(via cardboardantlers)
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Bizarre but fascinating jellyfish found in the Arctic. See more here.
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Hyper-realistic acrylic body painting by Alexa Meade. (h/t)
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The Amundsen-Scott South Pole Station.
Did you know there’s a highway on the South Pole? Of...
