Virtual Oktoberfest

So Oktoberfest 2020 is officially cancelled. That sucks, I guess, I have never been, but I guess I like the idea of drinking a lot of beer and eating pretzels. Of course, there are other attractions at Oktoberfest, and well, the spy-robot that lives in my house does refer to me as Filthy Degenerate.

Anyway, I know what you are here for, don’t worry, if anyone judges you, they are simply judging you positively based on your excellent taste. Whatever, I’ll put some facts in here so you can act like you aren’t here for the pictures.

Not that you can see it, but she’s wearing a dirndl.
Nice pretzel. In Germany they call them Brezels. There, you learned something, this now qualifies as an educational article; I’m applying for government funding.
Those glasses are called steins. I want one ten.
The photographer of this one clearly understands the value of angles and positioning.
It may suck in poker, but two pair is perfectly fine with me.
Challenge accepted.
…also this challenge.
There is a law in Germany relating to the brewing of beer, it is called the Reinheitsgebot, literally: “purity order” that the only ingredients used for the brewing of beer must be Barley, Hops and Water. Cool.
The German word for “cleavage” is “dekollete.”
Apparently they serve a lot of beer at Oktoberfest, 7.7 million litres in 2013, if you believe Wikipedia.
Oktoberfest is a multi-day event, 16 usually. Can you handle it? Can your liver?
So it seems that the top-down angle is a popular one. We may never find out why.
Blue and white are the colours of Bavaria, more specifically, the checks are representative of the flag.
There is some correlation between beer consumption and breast growth. Uh, just doing research, you know..?
Oh, there are men at Oktoberfest?
Here’s a horse. You’re welcome.

No copyright claimed on any image. Last two from Wikipedia, the others are difficult to source and widely available on the internet.

Author: lardqueen

...the room is dark, lit only by a lone torch burning in a wall sconce. The smokiness from the torch mixes with a pungent odour of mildew and rot. You can hear the movement of rodents and insects around you, but none of that is nearly as disturbing as the occasional shake of the ground and rumbles that you hear from far below...

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