Will you walk into my parlour?
Will you walk into my parlour?” said the Spider to the Fly,
… so goes the poem by Mary Howitt.
Another day, a car stopped. The guy at the wheel looked at the girl standing outside and asked:
Want to come in?
The guy did not know the girl. The girl did not know him.
What do you suppose the girl ought to do?
Ack! That sounds downright creepy. Did you see this happen on the street? What did the girl do?
Toni
Friday, January 20, 2006 at 1:34 am
I didn’t see it. But I know the girl. There’s not much to do i guess, unless you can kick his ass… which most girls seem incapable to do. I’m in favour of replacing those sports classes in school with karate/taekwondo classes anyday.
Null Bit
Friday, January 20, 2006 at 8:45 am