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    I can be when absolutely necessary.

    Because I'm one hell of a butler.

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    I'm a pretty fantastic liar, although I rarely do it because I don't see the point most of the time. I rarely explicitly tell the truth, though.


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    "The truth is usually just an excuse for a lack of imagination." ~ Elim Garak

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    Quote Originally Posted by Citizen Bleys View Post
    "The truth is usually just an excuse for a lack of imagination." ~ Elim Garak
    I FLEW TO THE MOON ON MY UNICORN TODAY
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    Depends on who I'm lying to and what it's about. I'm accused of lying more often than I actually lie, though. -_-

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    Once a few hours or a day have past, my mom is very good at lying to herself. It's a trait she picked up from her mom. Sadly, I'm starting to take on this trait as well, as hard as I try to avoid it. In case you don't know what this means, I'll tell my mom she said or did something and she'll deny it for perhaps weeks at a time, then a witness will come along and tell her I was right and she'll think harder about it and finally remember. My grandma recently has better excuse because she's f-ing senile. Actually, my dad has done this a couple of times as well. For example, there's a story we tell about how my dad slapping me in the face with a piece of peanut butter toast. My mom demanded to know if my dad realized how difficult peanut butter is to clean. He then splashed my face with a glass of milk. For a while, this was a funny story. But when my dad was somewhere in his mid-30s, he flat out denied any knowledge of those events. It's possible this was due to his having recently stopped using mj (and thus hanging out with idiotic trash) so his memory centers may have been healing in a bit of a jumble.

    I'm currently writing a story that centers around a few characters and their individual abilities of deception.
    Jack: How do you know?

    Will: It's more of a feeling really.

    Jack: Well, that's not scientific. Feeling isn't knowing. Feeling is believing. If you believe it, you can't know because there's no knowing what you believe. Then again, no one should believe what they know either. Once you know anything that anything becomes unbelievable if only by virtue of the fact you now... know it. You know?

    Will: No.

    If Demolition Man were remade today

    Huxley: What's wrong? You broke contact.
    Spartan: Contact? I didn't even touch you.
    Huxley: Don't you want to make love?
    Spartan: Is that what you call this? Why don't we just do it the old-fashioned way?
    Huxley: NO!
    Spartan: Whoa! Okay, calm down.
    Huxley: Don't tell me to calm down!
    Spartan: What's gotten into you? 'Cause it sure as hell wasn't me.
    Huxley: Physical relations in the way of intercourse are no longer acceptable John Spartan.
    Spartan: What? Why the hell not?
    Huxley: It's the law, John. And for your information, the very idea that you suggested it makes me feel personally violated.
    Spartan: Wait a minute... violated? Huxley what the hell are you accusing me of here?
    Huxley: You need to leave, John.
    Spartan: But Huxley.
    Huxley: Get out!
    Moments later Spartan is arrested for "violating" Huxley.

    By the way, that's called satire. Get over it.

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