I was at a Renaissance Fair this weekend
and my daughter echoed an observation that I have been saying for years (though not in front of her):

The amount of coverage of a costume varies inversely with the amount of things that really should be covered up.

After a 17 stone girl waddled past in a miniskirt slung around the lower half of her massive hips and a minimal halter, her belly wobbling in all directions at once, followed by an equally attractive man in a kilt and a chain mail shirt, she turned to me with a look of abject woe and said, "You know, there are some things I really do NOT need to see."

I couldn't agree more.

But worse than that were the minimally garbed people stumbling with half a beer sloshing in their hand and a cigarette waving wildly in the other as they tried to navigate their way to the privies. And entering them with said beer and cigarette.

Pure class, that...
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Mon 20 Oct 2008, 13:36, 4 replies)

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Welcome to Great Britain.
( browser still relating boring anecdotes into a void on, Mon 20 Oct 2008, 14:45, closed)

Except
that this was in Maryland.

One guy had a full back tattoo and was wearing only boots and a kilt to show it off. It would have been impressive had he not been significantly overweight and ginger.

A tattoo of a woman riding through a forest is somewhat diminished by there being so many freckles that it looks like she's riding through a shit storm.
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Mon 20 Oct 2008, 14:48, closed)

^^Post good...^^

Reply even better.
( Pooflake braces for an onslaught..., Mon 20 Oct 2008, 15:09, closed)

Hahahha
Fantastic. Badly chosen tattoos are a massive bugbear of mine!
(Killer Vanilla puts the win in Darwin, Mon 20 Oct 2008, 19:13, closed)