I emerged from the flames of death only to...

...post on Sunday and I didn't. I'm horrible! I just wasn't motivated I suppose. Sorry for lieing. I know I said I would.

But you know...
Sometimes I can understand compulsive liars. The story is just sooo much better with the blow-up 10 ft chicken, the 40-ft Bass, or the exploding oil truck. I mean otherwise, you might have just walked down the street...

You get to watch everyone's eyes light up as your story mounts to it's climax and you can always add a little "to be continued..." to keep them coming back for more adventures of your life. For example "*amazing story*...but, after that, I don't know what happened. I have to talk to my friend...Bob, to find out more. I'll let you know though cause this stuff is pretty crazy...!"

Then later you can pretend to find out and captivate your audience again.

Who can resist those gasps of horror or comic hysterics that you have the power to send them in to? You can't tell them it's fake and then do it. it jsut doesn't work that way!

I'm not talking about lieing in a tremendouly obvious way, which I enjoy doing on occaison. I am meaning the very non-obvious getting-into-your-own-story kinda way [the 'real' way].

I'm making myself sound like I have experience aren't I...? Well, I do but...only to a very minor extent. Not to mention...I haven't lied to any of you before. At least not intentionally and not at all that I can recall. Aside from the Sunday thing....and I didn't promise!! Did I? I don't think so...