"...boughs of holly! Fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la!"
The man's screeching voice echoed in the Market Square. Several passing customers covered their ears - in vain - but the man took no notice. He continued.
"'Tis the season to be jolly!"
Other passing pedestrians glared at the singing beggar while the younger stopped pointed, and laughed. Or even wailed. The beggar, once again, took no notice.
"Fa-la-la-la-la! La-la-la-la!"
A tall woman passed by, stopped, hearing the horrible singing and walked up to the singing beggar. She stepped in front of him and raised a delicate eyebrow.
"I'm sure we would appreciate it if you would stop singing."
The man took no notice. By now, many pedestrians had stopped to watch amidst the screeching singing.
With no reply, the woman dug in her purse and pulled out a crisp bill. She covered the beggar's mouth and said, slowly:
"Sir, I'm paying for you to stop singing.
The square erupted into applause.
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Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Elevator Scene - 2/15/08
The elevator door closed with a bell tone and Shaggy felt his cheeks turn red. There, standing in the elevator with him was this hot woman in tights, boots, a fitting top and a mask. Her long blond hair peeked out from her mask and hood.
Shaggy panted, realized what he was doing and turned away. There, stuck with him for a whole thirteen floors was the woman of his dreams!
He hoped he wasn't dreaming.
The woman turned to his direction in a corner, stared, and looked as if she raised an inquiring eyebrow.
Shaggy looked away.
"What?" her voice was soft yet demanding. She sounded irritated but to Shaggy, her voice was like an angel singing in the heavens.
Later, Shaggy would blame his response on his male hormones... He couldn't help himself. After all, he was male. And one with no brains who could only eat.
"N-Nothing... Just..." he started but trailed off as he caught sight of her breasts.
The woman held out a fist. "You have five seconds."
Shaggy gulped and looked around, realized for the third time, he was stuck in an elevator with a woman and how dangerous it was.
And that, my friends, was how Shaggy had gotten a red hand-print on his cheek.
Note: Forgive me if Catwoman's hair isn't blond.
Shaggy panted, realized what he was doing and turned away. There, stuck with him for a whole thirteen floors was the woman of his dreams!
He hoped he wasn't dreaming.
The woman turned to his direction in a corner, stared, and looked as if she raised an inquiring eyebrow.
Shaggy looked away.
"What?" her voice was soft yet demanding. She sounded irritated but to Shaggy, her voice was like an angel singing in the heavens.
Later, Shaggy would blame his response on his male hormones... He couldn't help himself. After all, he was male. And one with no brains who could only eat.
"N-Nothing... Just..." he started but trailed off as he caught sight of her breasts.
The woman held out a fist. "You have five seconds."
Shaggy gulped and looked around, realized for the third time, he was stuck in an elevator with a woman and how dangerous it was.
And that, my friends, was how Shaggy had gotten a red hand-print on his cheek.
Note: Forgive me if Catwoman's hair isn't blond.
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