A couple more lies have come to the surface that are worthy of confession.
- I never dated Adrien Brody
- I didn't tell Tolstoy that he should name his opus "war and peace" rather than "war, what is it good for" -- I know, it was a bit in a seinfeld episode - and they didn't get the idea for the bit from me either.
- I have not yet been the Zulu King in the New Orleans Mardi Gras Zulu Parade. Yet.
I've been questioning people I know about the "Belks Beat Down" phenomena - One friend says that her brother got plenty of belks beat downs, but that she knew better than push her mother beyond the use of the full name. WS Random says that the beat down she most remembers is after being warned "don't make me pull this car over" -- apparently, she and her sister didn't stop whatever behavior called for the warning, and the car was pulled over, and on one of America's major highways, WS Random and sister got the beat down.
More later.
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