Just spiraling down from a fun weekend of cider, mead, Yuengling, rattan swordfighting, and archery. The Pocono mountains (they're actually not mountains, but a highly eroded plateau) provided an excellent backdrop for this event. And to make it an excellent all-around weekend, there was no loss of life or limb whatsoever. More photos soon!
Brother Inebrius and Brother Flatulus?
ReplyDeleteYou are blasphemers! Jihad! Jihad!
Bill @ IB
Bill, you may have noticed that neither of us is wearing a cross, which is pretty much a standard part of most monk's costumes. This was a decision arrived at independently by both of us.
ReplyDeleteBy the way, you may want to do a minute or two of research into the German Mozart opera thing before you decide that it's because Muslims hate Mozart. Let's just say I could come up with a few illustrative analogies for you, but they disgust even me.
No crosses? Thus, not only blasphemers, but apostates! I dare not ask what you were wearing beneath the robes.
ReplyDeleteI wonder what other brothers you could have in your bacchanial fraternity.
Brother Tedius-til-blottus
Sister Hotpanteus
Brother Pedantusjoykillus
Brother Lustalot
Sister Imbibus-muchos
Sister Felonius Underageus
That's the best I could do.
That was me, Bill @ IB
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