Three Truths and a Lie.

nope. # 1 is the truth. I actually graduated high school a coupla years ago.

Okay, hmm, we've established #1 as the truth (btw thanks for playing; this is a fun game but it gets slow sometimes)



I'll guess that #4 is the lie.

Unfortunately #4 is true as well. They made me pay for it and suspended me.

Sorry to read that. Then I'll guess #3 is the lie.

Logic seems to dictate that #2 is the lie!

1) I have pulled a president of a small country out of the bushes drunk and singing on top of his lungs
2) I was supposed to be in the Lumbini Park, Hyderabad, when the bomb exploded and killed 7 people
3) I had dinner with Sean Penn in Kennebunkport
4) Madeleine Albright pleaded against my deportation

definitely!!

I vote for #3.
I heard Madeleine never really liked you.

yes, i didn't really have dinner with Sean Penn, although we did have dinner at the same restaurant. He was at a different table though and has no clue of my existence...so that would be lying.

1) I punched the wall repeatedly at school when I was 15.
2) When I was I cursed out the girl who got to play piano for church christmas concert bc I didn't.
3) My friends call me regularly to go out to do stuff.
4) The doctor called my school when I was in high school and cancelled my appt, for which I threw a HUGE fit bc I already got an excuse from school.

Instinctively I should answer 3) My friends call me regularly to go out to do stuff. By the history of the past posts in this thread ... but perhaps its a red herring this one time.

So I'll guess... 2) When I was I cursed out the girl who got to play piano for church christmas concert bc I didn't.

1. The favorite part of my high school trip to France was the side trip to Palace of Versaille.

2. I helped establish the History Clubs for both Framingham State College and Baruch College, firsts for both colleges.

3. I drove and helped maintain a M992 FAASV during my four years in the US Army.

4. I humiliated myself when I finally got to meet one of my favorite authors, Joyce Carol Oates, by mumbling vague creepy answers to her simple questions while getting some autographs after a book reading of hers at the Barnes and Noble store on the Upper West Side.