Took the honyocks to Ren Fest yesterday, which cost more than I wanted to spend, but there you go.
What do they take away from their visit to the Renaissance?
I remember a movie quote delivered so perfectly by Jeneane Garafolo: 'In medieval times, there were no forks, therefore we have no forks at Mediaeval Times. Do you want regular or diet Pepsi?'
What thrilled them? The piratical sea chanteys of the Jolly Rogers? The joust, featuring guys at least as crazy as any bull rider? The high school choir singing in Latin? Nope.
Scatalogical humor. Em learned a tapeworm joke that she will apparently never tire of retelling, and the stand-up team of 'Puke & Snot' provided her with an apparently endless supply of nautical gags based on bodily funcitons. The poop is a few feet above the main deck. They do a 'who's on first' thing with the masts of a three mast frigate. The first mast is your fore, responded to by 'then what's with the three masts?
Where's the second mast? It's mizen. If it's mizen, how's it a three mast frigate? And if nature calls, do I just add to the poop? No, you go in your head.
In my head? I can't even picture a comfortable postion; what about the rest of the crew?
They don't have heads. Roughnecks, you know.
And so on. Hail Puke & Snot. Wish I'd had the dough for an 'American Idiots' shirt.
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