Cast your eyes upon this month’s stove-riding slattern! Our hussy is broiling as her keister sits on the hybrid cooker-carriage, which obviously is meant to show how her soul is steeped in hell-fire.
I… I don’t know what the lobsters mean.
(Image via How Are You I’m Fine Thanks. Thanks to Bridget for the link!)
Our Eve here might as well be wearing a big sign reading “ORIGINAL SIN.”
(I figured the snake would tie this month’s Hussy in with March and St. Patrick and that whole thing about him chasing the snakes out of Ireland, but then again I don’t think they have pythons in Ireland and … well, perhaps it’s a stretch.)