|OMG, Fletcher Reede Cannot Lie Either!|
OMG Becky! I cannot lie!
Yes, those pants make your butt look big.
I know you love it, but your mom's chicken risotto makes me want to hurl.
I saw you cheat on the science exam in 8th grade and now I'm reporting it in hopes they pull your high school diploma because I am jealous of your success.
There's nothing wrong with your computer that a reboot won't fix, but I like to be smug and make the problem far more tragic, just to make myself look smart.
No, seriously, Barry Manilow called and wants his wardrobe back. He also said he wants all the stuff you stole from Neil Diamond.
I posted not so long ago about Please Return to Your Box about how we say things that mask what we really think. Prior to that I posted Friends Who Don't Lie about how real friends tell you the truth, sometimes making it sound caring.
I'm BACK! I'm here to tell you that:
No, I'm not offering gum to be polite! Chew it or the county is going to put a manhole cover on that sewer.
Yes, that lesion on your face that looks like a zit went rogue...is noticeable.
Whatever number of the senses that fashion is, well, you're the equivalent of Helen Keller.
I would tell you that you are uncomfortably loud, but I'd have to scream at you for you to hear it.
Your recent use of the silent treatment was a treat for once.
Dude! Please refrain from bathing in your cologne as it makes me wonder how bad the BO was that you covered up.
I'm not April Foolin' because April 30th is National Honesty Day! What an awesome concept.
Oh, sorry, it isn't National Brutal Honesty Day?
Mrs. Mynd has often indicated that she is best when she is unfiltered. Maybe I should try it?
|Go Forth and Be Truthful!|