DIL Erma and I were discussing folks we know and love during today's Happy Hour and this song came up...
I never knew a man
could tell so many lies
He had a different story
for every set of eyes.
How can he remember
who he's talkin' to?
'Cause I know it ain't me,
and I hope it isn't you.
This is a classic case o' you hadda be there and you weren't, Gentle Reader. But we were. And we know this person all too well.
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