Liar, Liar, Pants On Fire
b'I\'m sure you\'ve heard that grammar school chant, "Liar, Liar, pants on fire." My pants have not been on fire for some time. They are folded neatly between my fanny and my big, comfortable, manly, black leather poppa chair in my living room. And my pants are not on fire because I never tell a lie. Well...hardly ever. \\n\\tI don\'t say things like, "I\'m from the government, and I\'m here to help you." Also "I did not chop down that damn cherry tree," "nor did I have sex with that woman." "Watch my lips, no new taxes." "Your president is not a thief. "That wasn\'t really me in that video." Oh no. But I must confess to an occasional "Can I tell you the truth?"'