Jessica Fletcher would figure it out when she dressed up as a drunk to tail her niece. She’d sing a bit of shanty, kiss you on the forehead, and encourage you to be yourself. You were once her student, and she always knew from your writing that you were a kind soul and a wicked plot weaver.

I’m sorry, did you say 84 bricks? Could’ve sworn they found 83…

Sometimes I give myself the creeps.

Red bean anything is awesome.

But those are clearly baked beans.

There were curfews in walled towns like London: all citizens were expected to be home with their fires out once the church bells tolled nine. Or maybe it was eight. Anyway, to walk at night then was nefarious in itself, as there was absolutely nothing worth doing that wasn’t nefarious after curfew.

Yes!

Honestly, left out the cannibalism so I didn’t sound too crazy.

What a crazy context for this excerpt. Clear example of the depth of anti-semitism during this time period.

It is “A Jew” telling a Christian boy where to go in England once he gets there. While the boy thinks the Jew is looking out for him, he is actually sending him to be butchered by the Jews in Winchester, which he characterizes as the most moral place in England after he goes on and on about the wretchedness of all the other places in England the boy might come upon. He gives the boy a note to show to the Jews in Winchester, “written in Hebrew” so the boy doesn’t actually know what it says. Boy gets to Winchester and does as told, then soon disappears. Clearly he’s been killed by the Jews, but why they had to go to so much trouble to get him to Winchester is unclear.

Oh… Right… That’s because this is all made up by Christians desperate for reasons to get rid of Jews.

Just… No.

Ugh, that’s… Please, it can’t be real.

And this last one is fucking beans. Of course.

For real. They have to find 90 bricks of cocaine for it to become a thing, I guess.

All three are my spirit animals.

For real. Dealers rarely have 93 bricks of cocaine, like this guy.

True, true. Wanna find out? Looks like all we have to do is jump!

At least it’s only two floors?

Also, and I know this is a old post so no worries if no one else sees this. But I have to memorialize this song as my second favorite James Taylor song. My mother’s friend made a cool wall hanger for her with the lyrics, and I still have it hanging on my wall 50+ years later. My mom and her are still friends, and at some point I’m going to bring this sucker out and have a cry-fest with them.

Edit: words are hard

Wow, I deeply appreciate you saying so. Thank you for being a good person, and rock on with your bad self. You have made my day, and I know you can do the same for others!

And Cyclops acts like the fact lasers come out of his eye IS trauma.

Maybe if they got really good at Queen or Elton John songs the British might rally? However, the gayness of these awesome performers may be a requirement. Not all Queens are gay?

Just imagine it a moment: King Charles performing Freddy Mercury at Live Aid, back in the stadium, one night only. Then he fades to black.

Please, does someone have a high resolution version of this? I would like to make it a poster in my classroom.

Edit: I work at a private, Catholic high school.

Back at you, Dave. I appreciate you and this post.

I can understand the allure of a tail. But if you make it a tail vs. wings, I’ll take wings every time they can get me soaring through the air.