Soho Street Fair

It takes all kinds to make the world go 'round, and a summer street fair is the place to see them! Why, just take a gander at this exotic fellow!

Those thick eyebrows and lustrous lashes. And the wardrobe! Apparently, he has adopted some Western customs—witness the suit jacket and tie—while retaining elements of his native land. Hence, the shapeless, eggplant-colored bag/skirt (usually referred to, we believe, as a skirg), not to mention the opulent crown. Yes, this potentate must have traveled long to reach Soho, there to entice passerby with his wares. And what wares!

He was forced to sacrifice his own children. But it was worth it, because now he has product: a cheery festoon of sausages draped over his pig-wrists. Those 12 links make a gristly daisy chain with the seductive scent of the first-born.

If he can make one solid sale, he might have enough saved up to pay the euthanasia and butcher bills, so he can finally get himself killed, sold, and eaten. It's every immigrant's dream, one that America is honored to make happen.

(Thanks to Dr. Nicholas for the referral and the photo.)