today, i want to tell you about a liar. a few years back i was introduced to a girl. her name was jean. jean was nice. unusually nice. it honestly was creepy. most just figured that she was a nice girl. i alone knew something was up. noone would believe me when i mentioned it. jean was that person who would always show up at the right place at the right time. she had everything in the world. was there to cheer you up. i remember one day i had cut my hand open. she was there, and she helped wrap it up. it was amazing, like having a doctor right beside you. there was another occasion where i confronted her about her secret. i asked her "what is your secret?" she cocked her head to the side, and said "i am creating an army, i want to rule the world." i had one of those moments, you know where you laugh nervously, hoping that the other person thinks you understood, but you really don't. i didn't like it. i never have liked feeling that way. i looked at her, and asked, do you have a cool name for your domination plan? she said, "you betcha" "what is it?" i asked. her reply was cold, "operation if i told you, i'd have to kill you" at this point i began to laugh uncontrollably. until i saw the barrell of the gun. too bad jean was a lousy shot though. im still hanging around. or a part of me is.

nice "story"
it seems to me that YOU are the liar!!
» theLogicFiend on 2005-07-22 01:33:48

Hmmm....
You should have pulled out your Bushmaster XM15E2 (which was accidently left in your back pocket by the laundress) and showed her what a good shot looks like.
» little-b on 2005-07-23 01:05:35

okay.....
that was one crazy bitch, then. you should have erased her from your imagination. that is what i would have done. good story, tho.
» zero_jak on 2005-07-25 06:19:38

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