Two truths and a lie -

[kyburg]

Play with me.

Something I saw elsewhere made me think - those who tell lies, expect lies from others. Those who tell the truth are upset when they are lied to - they weren't expecting it.

And then there's me, who can pick a lie out of thin air. Not always, but damn close. MAPP class in its last session played a game of two truths and a lie, which was to make three statements - winner determined which one was a lie out of them.

So -

I dare you.

Post three statements about yourself. Two are true, one a falsehood. Pure fiction. Go nuts.

In any random order.

Let's see if I'm full of it - if you fool me, I'll send Pocky.

And of course, this won't work if you're an asshole. Dig?

Comments

[kyburg.livejournal.com]

If you were ever afraid of anything, I'd wonder.

And a dog? Really? Fess up.

[ceolyn.livejournal.com]

Nope, sorry. The first thing I remember being afraid of was my uncle Jim's gigantic black mutt. The thing could do stand ins for Padfoot. The dog didn't want to hurt me, but he wanted to play, and playing usually meant knocking my on my ass and smothering me by licking. 150-140 pound dog 35-40 pound kid; really not a great combination. Of course that I ran away squealing like, well, a little girl only made him think I wanted to play so he'd chase me and knock me down from behind.

To this day large dogs make me very uneasy, it's why I will never own anything larger than a Labrador or a Golden retriver.

And as a matter of fessing up: First place I had sex was in my bed at my Father's house, though it was Faire season. And the guy wasn't my on again - off again boyfriend.