Are you a liar? About what? Be honest now.
I’d be a LIAR if I said I didn’t love this post. Pants + fire ant clearly equals “pants on fire.” I see you, liar.
I lie about the fact that I constantly see giant mutant ants running rampant, because I’m learned that when I rant about that, others are instantly antagonized by my aberrant and unpleasant antics, and think I’m a vagrant abusing stimulants.
One time while out on a date I ran over a possum. Girl asked me if I had just run over a possum. I said, “No.”
I used to lie, but now no one speaks to me.
I am a lie by ommission person–cld never right a true quotidien autobiography: much too gross/shameful.
you know how there’s such a thing (?) as an ‘armchair traveler’
i’m kind of an ‘armchair liar’
I lie all the time, especially to men.
Also this isn’t my real name
They deserve it.
I am an armchair blogger.
‘Armchair Liar’ would be a really good name for a Blog
All furniture lies. Never trust a bed!
i was just lying in bed minutes ago
I was just lying under your bed, also minutes ago.
“We’ve traced his IP address, and the killer is emailing you from inside your own home! … Or he’s sitting outside in a car, using your wifi.”
you could write the book
“We did some literary analysis, and the author wrote the novel inside your own home! Lying under your bed!”
i just swept under my bed the other day
found lots of gross stuff
That’s why I never clean my bedroom—to deter killers and authors [sic].
‘Attack of the Rabid Dust Bunnies’
They team up with the flaming ants.
this comment thread comes full circle