Me too, but with some people, it would kinda hurt to see how they've lied to me all over again. But as for other people... I could go beat their ass with more reason.
I like to think all my lies tell a quaint little story of a small man living on Easter Island. He spends his days talking to the snowmen he makes on the beach out of sand. The penguins are mean to him, though. They tell him things that confuse him. They tell him they need "'bout tree fiddy."
Suddenly he realizes the penguins are 250 feet tall and from the cretaceous era.
Damn you, Nessy.
I think they'd both be around the same size. But I would VERY CAREFULLY look for my gf in the book. And keep that motherfu**er around so that the next lie magically appears. Then I'll hit her with the book.
Suddenly he realizes the penguins are 250 feet tall and from the cretaceous era.
Damn you, Nessy.
HAHAHAHA, not according to my book, you slut.