December 24, 2007
Christmas, Bloody Christmas
To be honest with you, I'm pretty tired of my Christmas village. It was kind of fun building it up over the years, but somehow it seems to lack a certain something these days. So I decided to remake it into something a little beyond Dickensian. Behold the Whitechapel edition of a Dickens Village:
One will of course notice Jack the Ripper standing over his latest victim, a slain prostitute, while a drunken bobbie stands oblivious in the doorway of the church. In the foreground a waifish 12-year-old whore propositions a couple for some three-way action. The balloons were a discreet Edwardian symbol of debauchery, I made up am told.
Ain't this mo bettah? I wish I had more figures. A pilloried sneakthief would be nice, and perhaps a tavern brawl spilled into the filthy coal-begrimed alley.
But then I wouldn't have anything to work on next year, now would I?
What blissful bedlam! I still have pills to sell, want some for the panty raid? haha! *blink*
Merry Christmas.
WTF? Did you run out of red food color and silly string? Say it ain't so. Come on' man... dang, where the blood & guts in that village. I will say this though, somebody sho'nuff got kicked to the curb in that crime scene.
Posted by: RedNeck at December 26, 2007 6:31 PMI hope it dies, whatever it is.
Posted by: scornful curb onlooker at December 28, 2007 9:34 PM