The highest respected officials swapped with the lowest, serving maids became masters and a king of misrule was crowned. Although originally intended to be confined only to the hallowed halls of churches, the common people took it upon themselves to celebrate. There were parades, comic performances, costumes, cross-dressing, bawdy songs and, of course, drinking to excess.
Sounds like a holiday for Lemmy
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“I am a Christian. And as a Christian, I hope for resurrection. And even if you kill me now, it is I who will live again. Not your damned apples.”
You’re missing out.