Comments on: Liar Liar Pants On Fire…

By: Amy Ruttan

Amy Ruttan — Thu, 08 May 2008 20:58:09 +0000

I can’t even remember. The lies were all so dumb when I was a child.

Mostly i was guillable and believed the whoppers of the others.

Like I think someone told me that the Like a Prayer Album had been bathed in Holy Water and you could smell it.

I sniffed that cassette for an hour. Totally believing it. *sigh*

By: Amie Stuart

Amie Stuart — Wed, 07 May 2008 22:30:51 +0000

Shelli…they were gone in like 2.3 seconds FER REALZ

By: Amie Stuart

Amie Stuart — Wed, 07 May 2008 22:30:28 +0000

Feisty!

By: Karen

Karen — Wed, 07 May 2008 19:09:35 +0000

Ah the lies are good. We kinda can’t help ourselves can we? LOL

I was never tempted to burn stuff. My daddy was a firefighter so that crap freaked me out.

By: Shelli Stevens

Shelli Stevens — Wed, 07 May 2008 18:44:28 +0000

OMG Feisty, I want to be you. You even have cool lies!

Alessia, I’m too truthful when I’m drunk. It’s sad. LOL. In my college days I was the queen of drunken emailing. Yikes.

Amie, weeds eh? How was the second hand smoke?

By: Feisty

Feisty — Wed, 07 May 2008 18:38:14 +0000

When I was in second grade I told everyone I was married to Michael Knight and we drove around in his cool car.

By: Amie

Amie — Wed, 07 May 2008 14:26:19 +0000

My mom had these….long weeds next to the fireplace. I set them on fire to see them burn (hey it was summer, I was home alone, i lived FOURTEEN miles from town–tres bored). It’s a wonder I didn’t burn the house down–they went up tres quickly! I told my mom I didn’t know what happened to them.

And I had one friend who lied ALL THE TIME. You could never believe anything she said.

By: Alessia Brio

Alessia Brio — Wed, 07 May 2008 10:04:56 +0000

I’m sure I told some pre-teen whoppers, but what sticks in my memory are the college lies. When sober, I tell it like it is — but when I’m drunk, I lie through my teeth. Don’t ever trust me when I get all “sincere” after I’ve been drinking ’cause you’re probably hearing some mixture of fact and fiction. I tend to edit my life when intoxicated.

By: Shelli Stevens

Shelli Stevens — Wed, 07 May 2008 04:55:30 +0000

I didn’t lie a lot. I was way too honest. I wish I’d lied more! LOL.

OMG wait! Yes I have one. It’s a whopper. I feel terrible to this day. I had a huge crush on a boy in 9th grade. Huge. I’ll out myself, his name was Tom. At the Homecoming dance he asked me to dance and I freaked out. I instantly became terrified of boys. I said no and ran out and called my mom to pick me up.

Later he called me and talked to me on the phone. And then he asked me out. Again I freaked out. Lied said I was busy. He called me out and asked me out again. And lied and said I had a boyfriend. Not long after he transfered schools and to this day he prob thinks I’m a witch. I was just terrified of dating. I really liked him though. Quite a bit.

By: Emma Petersen

Emma Petersen — Wed, 07 May 2008 04:50:24 +0000

Hehe Karen. You can’t leave us hanging like that! Dish. Dish! What was her lie?

My lie? I used to tell my friends I went exotic places during summer vacation. And I did, if you can count my grandmother’s house in La Costa as exotic.