Is there a difference between history and fiction? |
Muzzy admires the ladies in downtown Portsmouth. Many are showing off their figure with tight leggings. "Hey." a tiny lady in tights notices Muzzy checking out her butt. "Hi." Muzzy shrugs. "Do you know who I am?" the tiny lady glares .. "Nope. Are you upset?" Muzzy looks puzzled. "Your a perve! I'm Lindsay Lohan." Lindsay looks fiercely into Muzzy's eyes. "Who? I'm not a big fan of hip-hop. But, you do have a cute tushy." Muzzy smirks. "Hip-hop?! I'm an actress! Your an idiot!" Lindsay Lohan adjusts her sunglasses. "Ehm. Do you have a movie out?" Muzzy is puzzled. Lindsay opens her Koran, which she has been caring under her arm. "A woman should be treated with respect." she reads from the Sharia. Muzzy sips some bottled water. ... "And she should cover herself respectfully." Muzzy answered. "I'm wearing a head dress!" Mrs. Lohan growled. "Oh? I thought that was a scarf. Well, the Sharia does not allow tights. You should be covered from head to toe, so as to prevent lustful glances." Muzzy smirked. "Your a dirty old man with a big belly! What do you know about Sharia?" Mrs Lohan was red faced. "I know the Talmud and old testament law. Abraham commanded the women to cover themselves from head to toe, so as to prevent men from lusting after them." Muzzy answered and sipped his bottled water. Lindsay Lohan looked puzzled, "Abraham commanded Sharia?" "The Angel Gabriel said to the Prophet Mohamed you are the fulfillment of Abraham , Moses and Jesus, as it is written in the Quran." Muzzy explained, "Sharia Law is Old Testament Law." Lindsay Lohan fell to her knees and hugged Muzzy about his waist. Tears ran down her face, "God has brought you to me." Muzzy shrugged, "I just like tights." Reflections~ Would Whoopi Goldberg take Syrian refugees into her house? =W= |