Liar Liar

I have recently become aware that people lie. And by lie, I mean say things absurdly untrue. We all tell little white lies, or perhaps embellish stories a little for dramatic effect. What would life be without a little sensationalism, right? But that is not what I am referring to. I am referring to the people who claim to be best friends with Paris Hilton, have chopped down a redwood with their bare hands, or have visited all 50 states...on foot. Not that those things aren't true for some people, but only a very few, and it's highly unlikely that they are all true...for one person...who lives in Mesa.

It would be like saying "Did you know I was married to Brad Pitt? Ok, well not Brad Pitt, but his name was Brad, well, not Brad, but his name started with a B, and we weren't really married, he just offered to fix my windshield at the car wash." So what is the point of telling such tall tales? It doesn't impress me, well, except for the amount of creativity used to create such preposterous stories, kudos on that, but anyone can deduct that you are lying. Especially when your alleged physical feats are impossible with your physical frame. So if you're built like Roseanne, don't claim to run like a Kenyan. It's just not believable, and serves no purpose other than to make me laugh. So if you are one of these people, stop. Because we aren't laughing with you.