Alexploring Scarborough Fair 2007, Part II

Continuing where we left off...
Hey, if you're going to have yet another ale, you need to give someone the keys to your Harley.

I didn't get it either.

No Photoshopping here.  That's the magic of a corset!

In an abandoned subplot from Back to the Future III, Marty takes a can-can dancer from the saloon back to the 14th century.

My kingdom for a beaver, cried the bored king.

The costume budget wasn't distributed even remotely equitably for this production of Mrs. Brown.

No, Juliet, you're too young to end it that way!  Oh, sorry.  Bad eyes.

Much like the trend in computers, modern technology has reduced the scale of the swingset to more diminutive proportions, but one can't help but wonder if this is indeed progress.

Sure, there were tits overflowing corsets before, but the shit went crazy when Captain Morgan showed up.

If you have an exposed midriff, you really don't need anything twirly in your hands to get my attention.

Since the late 16th century, the ratio of children to tattooed women has steadily turned on its head.  Thus in order to stay in business, freak shows have had to reflect this shift in demographics.

"It's just a flesh wound."

In order for a few to survive during periods of famine, sometimes families had to retroactively perform abortions using bungee cords and a trampoline.

Try as I might, I can't figure out what recipe called for these ingredients.

Quick, cast Magic Missile!

Oh.  Good.  Harry Potter's here.  The day is saved.

Continue to Part III