Bizarre Bazaar 09.04.03

Bizarre Bazaar

Yeah, that Texas Renaissance Festival is a pretty big deal.

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  1. Andy
    3 April 2009
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    A friend acquired fame in his high school when he suggested that their graduation theme song be Chuck Berry’s “No Particular Place to Go”

  2. Andy
    3 April 2009
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    A friend acquired fame in his high school when he suggested that their graduation theme song be Chuck Berry’s “No Particular Place to Go”

  3. 3 April 2009
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    I love ren fests they always have woodpecker ale. That is some very tasty stuff. Oh and you can much a whole turkey leg. Not like the gluttony of a ren fest. I do not dress up for it, but I secretly envy the people with the courage to do so. I would make a good bard, I am sure I could not fit into armor. Ever wonder what the knights did when gained too much weight to fit into their armor? Did they drop the 2 stone or did they go to the medieval Gap and get a new suit?

  4. 3 April 2009
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    I love ren fests they always have woodpecker ale. That is some very tasty stuff. Oh and you can much a whole turkey leg. Not like the gluttony of a ren fest. I do not dress up for it, but I secretly envy the people with the courage to do so. I would make a good bard, I am sure I could not fit into armor. Ever wonder what the knights did when gained too much weight to fit into their armor? Did they drop the 2 stone or did they go to the medieval Gap and get a new suit?

  5. 4 April 2009
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    @Terry:
    Those rotund knights ditched weapons and armour to take up the pen. If they wrote well, they stayed bards. If their words were withered or dusty, they rarely made enough to eat and quickly lost the extra weight. Then they donned their armour once more, marched out of the village and struck out for the nearest battlefield, leaving their words behind them.

  6. 4 April 2009
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    @Terry:
    Those rotund knights ditched weapons and armour to take up the pen. If they wrote well, they stayed bards. If their words were withered or dusty, they rarely made enough to eat and quickly lost the extra weight. Then they donned their armour once more, marched out of the village and struck out for the nearest battlefield, leaving their words behind them.

  7. 4 April 2009
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    @Sara good to know! I must now take up the pen 😉

  8. 4 April 2009
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    @Sara good to know! I must now take up the pen 😉

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