The Truth and A Lie Walk to the Park.
"Hey,Truth, wait-up", yelled the Lie.
Shit, thought the Truth, I left 10 minutes early to avoid his ass, and still he finds me. "Hurry up man, I got to meet some friends", said the Truth.
The Lie caught up with the Truth, and out of breath said, "Friends, what friends"? "Who ya' meeting"? "Can I come along"?
The Truth hated the Lie, but dammit, his parents had always told him to be nice to everybody, even the liars of the world. Some of them were sick, and you never knew which ones were pathological liars, or just plain liars. But, what could he do, the Lie had found him?
"I'm meeting my girlfriend at the park, so you can't come, Lie", said the Truth, who was telling a Fib. He didn't really have a girlfriend, but he did want a girlfriend, so a little Fib to get rid of a Lie never hurt, right?
"You don't have a girlfriend, Truth, what girl would have anything to do with someone like you"? "Girls love a guy like me, a liar, who tells them what they want to hear", said the Lie.
"You are one stupid prick, Lie, what woman would want to be around a liar"? said the Truth. "I'll tell you numb-nuts", said the Lie, "all of them. Do you know how much I get laid when I tell my girlfriends lies"? "Big-time snatch, my man, big-time snatch"!
The Truth was starting to get mad. Every time he came around, the Lie told lies and he was tired of it.
"O.K., Lie, name me one girl you fucked by lying to them"? said the Truth. "O.K. Truth, I don't usually kiss and tell, but I had sex with Donna Dumont, the very girl you think likes you", the Lie proclaimed.
"You're a fuckin' liar, Lie", said the Truth, "she wouldn't give you the time of day, much less a piece of ass"!
"Not only did she give me the time of day, asshole, she even threw in a Blow-Job", said the Lie, laughing his ass off.
"You are the biggest goddamn liar I've ever been around, Lie", said the Truth, "Prove it! Prove you screwed her Lie, and I'll never call you a liar again".
"Alright", said the Lie, "I happen to know she's the one you are meeting in the park. Let's just go and ask her".
"You mean, just walk up and ask her if she screwed a Lie"? said the Truth. "That's right, dick-weed, from the horse's mouth, or the Ho's mouth, Ha", said the Lie.
"If I find out you're lying, Lie, I'm going to whip your ass. Let's go", yelled the Truth.
Arriving at the park, the Truth and the Lie spotted Donna talking to some other guys, and before she saw them, they watched as she walked under the bleachers with one of the guys. They waited a few minutes and as one guy came out from under the bleachers, another one went in. This happened four times and the Truth was starting to get suspicious.
"What did I tell you"? the Lie said, "She'd screw a snake if you held its head".
The Truth was now furious. He had been texting Donna for months,
talking to her on the phone for hours. Hell, he even had a homeroom class with her. He had to think. Just because the boys kept going under the bleachers, didn't mean anything was happening. Maybe there was a good explanation for it all.
When the last guy walked out from under the bleachers, Donna walked out behind him, brushing her hair, fixing her lip stick and wiping her dress off.
"Ha" said the Lie, "look at her. Her knees are even red", said the Lie, almost falling down laughing.
The Truth, madder now than ever, made a bee-line to Donna, who recognized him and smiled. "I thought you were supposed to meet me here today"? said the Truth. "I'm here aren't I"? said Donna.
By this time, the Lie had walked over and was listening to the conversation. "What the hell were you doing under the bleachers with those guys"? demanded the Truth.
"Not that it's any on your business, because you are not my boyfriend, but they were helping me decide something" said Donna. "I was asking them if I should be your girlfriend, and you know what, they said I should, but now, I just might not go out with you".
The Truth was horrified. How could he have ever thought anything bad about this wonderful girl. It was all the Lie's fault, damn him, he knew he should have avoided him like the plague. "Donna, I'm sorry, please, forgive me. Please be my girlfriend and I'll never be jealous again, I promise", begged the Truth.
"Well, since you put it that way, I guess you can be my boyfriend" said Donna, in her sexiest voice.
"Wait a minute" yelled the Lie, "we have something else to ask you. Did you, or did you not, give me a blow-job"?
Donna looked at the Truth, then looked the Lie straight in the eye, and Lied. "Why you creepy son-of-a-bitch, I wouldn't give you a blow-job if you were the last person on earth, even if I knew how, which, of course, I don't".
The Truth was jumping up and down, and yelled "I knew it, she wouldn't have anything to do with a liar like you Lie, you are the biggest liar in the world".
With that, the Truth turned around, grabbed Donna's hand and started
walking off, acting like a Peacock in the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade.
The Lie stood there fuming, until he saw Donna turn her head around, and with a little wink and smile silently whisper, "Call me". The Lie stood there and got to thinking that maybe, just maybe, what Mark Twain said was true.
A lie can run around the world six times while the truth is still trying to put on its pants. 
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Lezlie
Agree with those before me.
L, sort of a conundrum if you're the truth, right?
Z, I had all the politicians and a post by Sage in mind, who was talking about how they all lie, and the lies were believed and the truth was not!
blufeather, nice to meet you. Love the Handle~
Zackery, women don't lie, they are just mistaken at times, hah!
What about Truth and Dare ? now
Algis, the truth is a pussy, Dare will wear him out!
Kerr h, Thank you for stopping by~
Sheila, thanks. Twain is my hero, a true American Hero~
The wisdom here is nearly on a par with that found in Christ's best parables;
This will be erroneously attributed to Aesop in future;
This is on a level with "The Celebrated Jumping Frog of Calaveras County."
Brilliant, my man!
ownership becomes an issue, often.
it shouldn't , but it is one of the Lie's mighty paradigms.
to any woman who might take offense, the sexes could be
lady truth and lady lie.
lets get this damn story of yours updated...
so truth took off with potentially slutty gal.
(was it the truth she gave him service,
or was she just seduced
by his magnificent "beauty"? this time only?)
ignorant truth will live its life in ensconced
happiness, maybe!
depending on alot of things.
truth is nice guy.
they finish last.
in all respects, if you follow me.
the bible says so!
the last=the first.
..................................................
the lie is well-symbolized by an errant woman, scanner.
you know why & so do i &
so do some gals.
ownership becomes an issue, often.
it shouldn't , but it is one of the Lie's mighty paradigms.
to any woman who might take offense, the sexes could be
lady truth and lady lie.
lets get this damn story of yours updated...
so truth took off with potentially slutty gal.
(was it the truth she gave him service,
or was she just seduced
by his magnificent "beauty"? this time only?)
ignorant truth will live its life in ensconced
happiness, maybe!
depending on alot of things.
truth is nice guy.
they finish last.
in all respects, if you follow me.
the bible says so!
the last=the first.
..................................................
the lie is well-symbolized by an errant woman, scanner.
you know why & so do i &
so do some gals.
Wow! What happened there? It was at 11 rates, wouldn’t rate for me at all, then on my last try it jumped to 21!!
Heck. A good tale like this is worth 10 rates any day....right?!
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I took a walk and ate a farm pizza pie.
It's made by mu farmer son's wife.
She stuffs yellow squash with cheeses.
She makes sauce from soft tomatoes.
It was sanity to be away for hours.
James M.E. was here @ 7:11 PM.
I almost called 9:11 to PM Kerry.
He certainly is a character dude.
Oh gaud.
I couldn't get back on O.S.. anywhere.
I googled via Yahoo! and saw the news.
A cat cost $26,000. I cat pet is expensive.
One Red Tibetan Mastiff cost $1.5 million.
Whoop!
on ~ on.
off/off.
Whose
insane?
The New Post was all WW2 canned spam.
Active feed and streams from lewd porno.
Maybe the tattoo in Kerry's thigh is seen.
He don two big pretty Monarch Butterfly?
Maybe the canned spam is from Vietnam.
Beware. We ate WW2 sea rations. Gals?
We were in the canopy jungle. We died.
Monsanto killed lizards, GI's, red ants,
black ants, babies, trees, water buffalo,
and they were servile killer whores for:
You know.
Global ill.
Sustainable?
They crash.
Greedy lie.
They ruin.
The corporate greedy wanted red trees.
They sprayed the green leaf. Trees died.
Redwood Tropical Mahogany got cut up.
Politicos know.
Folk choose Lie.
That's the Truth.
Twain knew.
Mark words.
Discern thee
Spirit/Truth.
Who else?
Why Lie?
Kerry huh.
Big Lie.
Murder.
Yup ah!
No lie.
GI can
tell Ya
if You
dare
ask.
I recall the post war jungle harvest there.
USAs didn't spray the left over `Rubber.
French planted Rubber Tree Plantations.
Rubber Tree Plantations were safe haven.
Don't we all know the Truth? The Lesson.
Lessons Learned is shallow. Greedy ilk.
Kerry thinks lewd tattoo is modern art.
War and ill Greed is the daemon tools.
The evil/dark still seeks and devours.
Well. I may eat another piece if Pizza Pie.
Mr. Culture, having never told a lie, I guess they are abundant!
Chuck, thanks my friend. I wanted it to be like to teens talking, but in a way that made people think. I hope I succeeded!
B, really, thanks my man. That means a lot!
Mime, The Love goes both ways my friend!
Miguela Holt y Roybal, Chuck told me the same thing one time, a few years ago. I had to look up the word!
roberto fantechi, that my friend is Deep~
LL2, really, it did. I took out some words that might have insulted the prim and proper. Sort of the R-Rated version~
Mr Cuss, I bow at the masters feet~
Tor, don't you love it when that happens. Kinda like two birds, one stone, huh?
James, I've always loved the loose women myself. I guess it was just another one of my many vices~
Sky, I'll take 10 to 1, anyday. Thanks~~
I took a walk and ate a farm pizza pie.
It's made by mu farmer son's wife.
She stuffs yellow squash with cheeses.
She makes sauce from soft tomatoes.
It was sanity to be away for hours.
James M.E. was here @ 7:11 PM.
I almost called 9:11 to PM Kerry.
He certainly is a character dude.
Oh gaud.
I couldn't get back on O.S.. anywhere.
I googled via Yahoo! and saw the news.
A cat cost $26,000. I cat pet is expensive.
One Red Tibetan Mastiff cost $1.5 million.
Whoop!
on ~ on.
off/off.
Whose
insane?
&
&
I hope?
No get.
O slow.
&
heehaw
try 3 's
four or
more?
The New Post was all WW2 canned spam.
Active feed and streams from lewd porno.
Maybe the tattoo in Kerry's thigh is seen.
He don two big pretty Monarch Butterfly?
Maybe the canned spam is from Vietnam.
Beware. We ate WW2 sea rations. Gals?
We were in the canopy jungle. We died.
Monsanto killed lizards, GI's, red ants,
black ants, babies, trees, water buffalo,
and they were servile killer whores for:
You know.
Global ill.
Sustainable?
They crash.
Greedy lie.
They ruin.
The corporate greedy wanted red trees.
They sprayed the green leaf. Trees died.
Redwood Tropical Mahogany got cut up.
Politicos know.
Folk choose Lie.
That's the Truth.
Twain knew.
Mark words.
Discern thee
Spirit/Truth.
Who else?
Why Lie?
Kerry huh.
Big Lie.
Murder.
Yup ah!
No lie.
GI can
tell Ya
if You
dare
ask.
I recall the post war jungle harvest there.
USAs didn't spray the left over `Rubber.
French planted Rubber Tree Plantations.
Rubber Tree Plantations were safe haven.
Don't we all know the Truth? The Lesson.
Lessons Learned is shallow. Greedy ilk.
Kerry thinks lewd tattoo is modern art.
War and ill Greed is the daemon tools.
The evil/dark still seeks and devours.
Well. I may eat another piece if Pizza Pie.
Cute story. Write on!
Cute story. Write on!
I'm Mitt Romney and a corporation approved this message.
The hair style seems a bit oil-soaked from a BP oil spill. You cute too?
You look as if you washed up on Coney Island from a wild caught sardine school.
You grease monkey?
You change P.U oil?
You get motor hair.
It's too black oil can.
Why not shave hair?
The hair annoys me.
Gals run finger too?
It's brill cream dab.
You get from a can.
Olive oil mustard goo.
You appears too slick.
You greased up monkey.
Who raised you? Apes?
View Planet of The Ape.
Eventually we be extinct.
Read:
Twain's ` The War Poem.
There is a great truism.
No wear two cuff links.
Eat Amish shoo fly pie.
Shine your own shoes.
Save $10.00 and spit.
I watch at `K- Street.
Shoe shine cost bucks.
It's at K- Street curbside.
It's at Potbelly Sun Shop.
Buy a vanilla bean shake.
Shake cow for chocolate.
Lift Moo oner your head.
Shake Cow up and down.
Then pump tail up/down.
The hair style seems a bit oil-soaked from a BP oil spill. You cute too?
You look as if you washed up on Coney Island from a wild caught sardine school.
You grease monkey?
You change P.U oil?
You get motor hair.
It's too black oil can.
Why not shave hair?
The hair annoys me.
Gals run finger too?
It's brill cream dab.
You get from a can.
Olive oil mustard goo.
You appears too slick.
You greased up monkey.
Who raised you? Apes?
View Planet of The Ape.
Eventually we be extinct.
Read:
Twain's ` The War Poem.
There is a great truism.
No wear two cuff links.
Eat Amish shoo fly pie.
Shine your own shoes.
Save $10.00 and spit.
I watch at `K- Street.
Shoe shine cost bucks.
It's at K- Street curbside.
It's at Potbelly Sun Shop.
Buy a vanilla bean shake.
Shake cow for chocolate.
Lift Moo oner your head.
Shake Cow up and down.
Then pump tail up/down.
&
&
&-=- means comment stink
It smell like cow flop too
This joint smells bad.
The Truth can't handle the truth? That part's true.
I do like this. Much.