So I log on to Twitter this morning, and the top trending topic is “lies girls tell”.
I found this one easy to join in on – these are all things I’ve actually had girls say to me.
My gang friends are holding your parents hostage right now. #liesgirlstell
I can make trees grow with my mind. Just did again – a beautiful redwood in Northern Iowa. #liesgirlstell
Will Smith is my dad. #liesgirlstell
Inside my heart is another smaller heart that powers my main heart. They both love you. #liesgirlstell
Sure it’s not…right. #liesgirlstell RT @kristinbrennan having a broken pinky toe is not conducive to wearing heels in soho.
Everything I’m saying right now is actually a recording. #liesgirlstell
You’ll never see me with my socks off because I’m invisible from the ankles down. #liesgirlstell
I hold the world record for lowest resting heart-rate. #liesgirlstell
The gravity in my house is broken. #liesgirlstell
I’m not a ghost. #liesgirlstell
My pet alligator that I keep unleashed won’t try to bite your left hand off. #liesgirlstell
I could do this all day, and if I really wanted to get nuts, I’d go ahead with #liesbrianhastoldtogirls, which would actually make a pretty incredible 5000-page book.
For example, I spent an entire date explaining to a girl that I was a robot, for no other reason than to see if I could go the whole time without letting the joke go. After awhile, she played along, and we had a lot of fun.
And you know what? It worked.
That’s right – I got some hand-holding action FOR REAL.
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