Largely because you've now got a hairful of finely sprayed boiling hot musician's shit.

Our days here were spent visiting beaches and resting under huge parasols to hide from the sun and eat, drink and be merry while occasionally joining the children to bathe in the warm, grey sea.

So he scraped and scratched and scrabbled and scrooged, then he scrooged again[.]

[T]he artist, probably for the sake of symmetry, makes one right-handed and the other left-handed. The alternative, of course, is that the latter actually was a sinistromanual player of note [of the game of t'ou hu or pitch-pot] and was thus intentionally represented. In any event, we have in this relief a very early Chinese illustration of this phenomenon.