1) One day I called the White House several times and insisted on speaking to Hillary Clinton in order to tell her not to take any shit from anyone, and to invite her and Bill over to watch The World Cup. 

LIE!  I was dared to do this but chickened out.

  2)  I got away from the police in a high speed pursuit.

True!  I was 17, it was past midnight, and I was driving home from Red Button’s Century Village (old folks) community in Boca Raton, Florida, where I had just performed in the only non-singing role in “Brigadoon”.  About half-way home, some creep started car-stalking me, and I drove like a bat out of hell to get away from him.  At that age, I was fearless and reckless, and I managed to lose him.  But I was shaken.

A half-hour later, I was just blocks from my house.  I was sitting at a red light when I saw THE STALKER turn onto the street behind me!  Horrified, I shot through that red light, and took off.  The STALKER ran the light too, and came after me fast!  But this was my turf, where I’d grown up, and I knew ever single inch of my ‘hood.  Hitting speeds of 70 miles an hour, I turned, wheeled, doubled back, drove over lawns, cut across a golf-course – really – and at last, left him far behind. I was terrified beyond belief, and after coming to a screeching halt outside my house, I dashed inside and started hollering for my Mom.   

While I was telling her the story, THE STALKER DROVE SLOWLY BY MY HOUSE!  Omigod!  He spotted my car, and started to reverse down the street!  Mom being Mom, she stomped out onto our front steps in her nightgown to face down THE STALKER. God only knows what she had planned. 

As THE STALKER stopped in from of the house, I could hear the squawk of a police radio, and a man got of the car.  Oh crap.  THE STALKER WAS A POLICEMAN IN AN UMARKED CAR that I then realized didn’t look at all THE REAL STALKER’S CAR.  He’d seen me run the red light, and of course, come after me when I started driving like Steve McQueen in "Bullit" - only better! 

“This your car, miss?” He asked me as I peeked around my Mom.  I began crying and wailing (remember, I was an AK-TRISS).  I told him the whole story about being followed, and how I thought he was the same guy and waaaaaah, snuuuurfle, he scared me soooooo bad.   Why hadn’t he turned on his siren, mean, mean cop?  I never learned why he didn’t.

Then my Mother lit into him for terrifying an innocent 17 year old, shame on the law!  The cop was utterly defeated.  He got on his radio, told the other cops the chase was over, and then looked at me, undoubtedly knowing the trash talk he was going to get from his fellow cops for being outrun by a 17 year old girl, and said tiredly, “You sure can drive.  Be careful.”    

Oh yeah.  I outran a member of Dade County’s finest in a high-speed pursuit.  Fie on ye who doubted me!

 3)  I got drunk at a bar and pretended to have a Southern accent.  I met the boy I would lose my virginity to that night, and had to keep up the accent the whole time.

LIE!  I did speak with my best Southern Accent.  But I wasn’t drunk and I  wasn't a virgin!  Tee Hee.