liars. Hope you didn’t think I was going to say “men.” Believe me, if it were raining men at my house I wouldn’t be telling anybody until after I’d vetted them all and chose the best of the lot for myself.
Anyway — I’m not here to talk about men. I’m here to talk about Liars. (Oh, hush ladies. That was totally uncalled for!)
The Liars Contest is in full swing. So far five contenders have taken up my challenge. The contest will run until midnight, August 12th. Please remember all lies must be focused on our first meeting, and to be entered in the official voting they must be under 150 words in length.
Our contending liars are: Dr. John — his story made me laugh outloud. Jenn — who offered two lies — one a delicious tale of deli dining which, alas, is too long for the competition; and a delightfully sentimental tear jerker that was so heart felt I actually checked my passport to see if I had indeed forgotten a trip to Malaysia. Next Goldennib chimed in with a superb tale, unfortunately much too far over the word limit. However she is invited to try again. Bil Pud, formerly known as Dangling Bile or something like that, tells a story that explains why he’s no longer dangling. And Bill, also known as Old Fart, submits a wordy tale in which he admits to plagerism as well as lying.
Oh, and I mus’nt forget Nea, who — upon attempting to enter the contest — was forced to admit that the daunting ghost of her grandmother prevents her from formulating a lie.
What a lovely lot of lying friends I have. Please, add your name to the list. Every Liar’s story will be posted on August 14th, and voting will immediately commense.