Sweet little lies

So I told a few fibs...

The brute brute heart of a brute like you.

But Ray is not my Daddy.

(I do have a gap between my front teeth though.)

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No naked photos.

Well, maybe one or two...

Really should dispose of those.

My grandmother really was called Fanny, but alas, I am not.

She wasn't psychic either, and neither am I. 

That will be because it's all a load of shite and no one is.

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I didn't experience any cravings whilst pregnant.

And I did not appear on University Challenge, or any other TV programme for that matter.

I have never been wise, a man, nor had a beard, even a paper one.

Though never say never - who knows whether the future will bring with it wisdom, facial hair, or a sex change?

I did sing in the choir at school, but my days of not quite managing to squeak out a Top A are long gone.

Capers? I have no problem with them.

I did Latin O Level but have forgotten most of what I learned.

I didn't think it was fun. 

Funus, fune, funum.

  

I have never been to Macdonalds.

It's true. 

And I don't see any reason to start now!

And the winner is - Joni.

My spooky blog twin guessed right!

Normal service - you know, frocks and stuff - resumed tomorrow.

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