Menehunes, Merkins, and St. Peter's Beard
This is the papyrus pond of good fortune. It is said that anyone who gazes upon it's image will be guaranteed good fortune, and
wealth beyond their wildest dreams. That is......(and there is always a catch), only if you forward this picture to 1000 of your best
friends within 5 minutes of gazing upon it's hypnotic beauty. You must not break the chain. If you do you will be set upon by 3
million Leprechauns wielding Shillelagh's while your airways are choked off by an army of night stalking Menehune's whipping you
with palm fronds. You don't have much time so you better either get out your address book, or grab some gold and pineapples and
beg for appeasement. Or, you can be saved, according to legend, if you swear 3 times on a Coptic Bible, that you'll never send one of
those stupid chain mail e-mails to anyone ever again, so help you life essence. Yes, that includes the American Flag, and glitter ones!



Merkins, and St. Peter's Beard. Probably not two things that might come up in the same conversation. Oh but you would be wrong.
So you think you know what St. Peters Beard is, but what the heck is a merkin? During the plague that swept through Europe in the
middle ages, there were many survivors who had recovered. Unfortunately, one of the side effects was hair loss. Not just on the
head, but pubic hair as well. So the ladies took to wearing Merkins, which is, in plain fact a vaginal toupee. This according to the
Oxford Complete Unabridged Dictionary of the English language. Pretty weird eh?
So now you know about Merkins, what's the deal With St. Johns Beard. Well back in those days the church was obsessed with
collecting biblical relics. A piece of the actual cross, or St, Marks little toe bone, and such. So the story has it that a Bishop was
having a little romantic escapade one night with one of the local tavern girls, when he was told the Archbishop had just arrived. So
he scooted the little hussy out the back, and went back to his quarters where, to his horror, he found the Archbishop sitting at the
desk, examining the Merkin the young lady had forgotten in her haste. When queried by the Archbishop as to just what was this
thing, our quick thinking Bishop blurted out, "Oh that. That's St. Peters Beard".










Actual skull of St. Roscoe The Thinker!