#WoodcutWednesday

No joke, but I kind of love this one.

You just call on me, brother, when you need a hand. We all need somebody to lean on…

Hey, guuuurl. Can I rub those knots out of your limbs?

Gang of Satyrs Gone Wild.

Rock people and blood snakes, that’s what a Medusa head does!

What does one even say about this?

Nothing more ominous than a #GodHand sharpening a scythe.

Nobody likes me, everybody hates me, Guess I’ll go eat snakes.

I apparently missed the parable of the falcon and the #GodHand.

Not sure I'd adopt Actaeon's look of disapproval if I were in this situation.

I put my hand upon my hip, And when I dip, you dip, we dip.

Adam asked Dr. God to remove an unusual growth from his back.

Always use books as knee-pads when the heavens start raining fireballs.

What it looks like when your whip ghost rides you.

If there is a God, this moment will exceed all the torments of Hell.

Check out this fucking hipster.

Reginald was summarily dismissed from dais duty for lacking the appropriate blanket or leaves.

This naked kid seriously thinks he has a shot if he reads me poetry.

Caution. Beholders are often difficult to kill.

To learn perspective, you must be a disembodied eye.

Could be wrong, but the discomfort might have something to do with THE MAN SITTING ON YOUR CHEST.

I’m not sure this #NotALion has anything in particular to be proud of.

This could be interpreted as a less than chaste act, Chastity.

Sixteenth century

Reason is making out with a random woman while your wife sleeps beside you.

From

Pierre Gringore, Here begynneth the castell of laboure

Printed

London: Richard Pynson, 1505?

Image from

Early English Books Online (STC 12380)