my wife always knows when i am lying to her. i have no idea how she knows but no matter how carefully constructed the fabrication, she always sees through it. |
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my wife always knows when i am lying to her. i have no idea how she knows but no matter how carefully constructed the fabrication, she always sees through it. |
"The bumps you feel are asteroids smashing into the hull."
It's your facial expressions. That's what I'm told my fault is and I've heard that's what it is with most everyone else. |
Best not to lie, come out with the harsh truth and then explain it's preferable to lying...at which point you'll probably get permission to lie as much as you want! |
You should not lie to your wife, dude. |
Originally Posted by EvilNed
As a much wiser man than I once said: "We must stop the banning - or loose the war."
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Last edited by Mike70; 14-Aug-2008 at 06:46 PM.
"The bumps you feel are asteroids smashing into the hull."
What I dislike the most is when I tell my wife something, she forgets that I told her, and we end up arguing over whether I told her or not. To end the argument I finally admit that I'm lying about telling her (which I'm not), and she agrees with me. |
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Solution: always carry around a digital recorder. That'll end those arguments fast. |
"We are not interested in the possibilities of defeat. They do not exist." - Queen Victoria
Women are generally better at picking up the subtle signals you accidentally communicate that you're lying with. |
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Mike, it's probably because when you were dating you told her that you had a 12 inch penis, wrote most of Johnny Cashes songs, became inducted into the rock and roll hall of fame, and ate a 10 pound hamburger with a side of fries in 35 minutes. |
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