Mary Ann Gets Caught With Mary Jane
Mar 14th 2008
RachelGOn Writing!
I love that headline. Here’s the article:
Dawn Wells, who played Mary Ann on “Gilligan’s Island,” is serving six months’ unsupervised probation after allegedly being caught with marijuana in her car.
She was sentenced Feb. 29 to five days in jail, fined $410.50 and placed on probation after pleading guilty to one count of reckless driving.
Under a plea agreement, three misdemeanor counts driving under the influence, possession of drug paraphernalia and possession of a controlled substance were dropped.
On Oct. 18, Teton County sheriff’s Deputy Joseph Gutierrez arrested Wells as she was driving home from a surprise birthday party that was held for her. According to the sheriff’s office report, Gutierrez pulled Wells over after noticing her swerve and repeatedly speed up and slow down. When Gutierrez asked about a marijuana smell, Wells said she’d just given a ride to three hitchhikers and had dropped them off when they began smoking something. Gutierrez found half-smoked joints and two small cases used to store marijuana.
The 69-year-old Wells, founder of the Idaho Film and Television Institute and organizer of the region’s annual family movie festival called the Spud Fest, then failed a sobriety test.
All I’ve got to say is, Dawn. Dawn. Dawn. How could you? I expected better. Hitchhikers? Are you kidding me? You’re 69 and an actress and you couldn’t think of a better lie? Like maybe a skunk jumped in your car? That’s so lame. Almost as lame was when Mr. G tells me, “I just want to cuddle. I promise.” Or when you’re watching Cops on T.V. and a drunk driver tells the police, “Officer I only had two beers. I swear.” Please people, get better lies. At least say you had three beers.
What are some of the best lies you’ve ever heard or told. What are some of the lamest? Have you ever gotten caught in a big fat lie?
57 Comments »
Kim on 14 Mar 2008 at 12:19 am #
I’m sure it was that fool Gilligan. LOL!
Oh Rachel, what a question. I’m a horrible liar. Seriously if you ever want to know something just flat out ask me. I just can’t lie.
I’ll have to do some thinking on the best ones I’ve heard though. My husband is a world class liar!
evlqn on 14 Mar 2008 at 12:47 am #
It’s not that I can’t lie, I’m just too lazy to lie. Here’s why,
1st you have to remember who you told;
2nd who they might tell it to;
3rd when you told it;
4th what you told;
and 5th you have to remember it forever.
Too lazy.
Like Kim I have to think about some of the best ones I’ve heard though.
Karen Hawkins on 14 Mar 2008 at 12:55 am #
One night on the news there was this man and his house had caught on fire and he’d parked his car across the drive. The fire chief was arguing with him to move the car so they could put out the fire.
It went like this:
Fire chief: Sir! Move your car so we can put out that fire!
Man: What fire? There’s no fire here!
(Camera pans to house, flames shooting out of the windows)
Fire chief: Sir, Move your car NOW. If we don’t put that out, it could spread to the neighborhood!
Man: You ain’t makin’ me move my car! I aint’ got no fire!
(Camera pans to house. Now the front porch and roof are on fire)
Fire chief: Sir, you do know that there’s no charge for us to put out the fire, don’t you?
Man: (blinks) No charge? You’ll do it for FREE?
Fire chief: It’s included in your property tax.
Man: Then let me move my car! You got to put out that fire!
I laughed SO hard. He just stood there and LIED and all the while, his house was burning up a storm! It was surreal!
Kim on 14 Mar 2008 at 1:11 am #
OMG, what an idiot!
FreshEChelle on 14 Mar 2008 at 6:23 am #
To be fair, Rachel, she’s not a “working” actress and her improv skills, or lack of, could be the reason for that.
Maggie Robinson on 14 Mar 2008 at 7:17 am #
I once told my husband a runaway shopping cart crashed into the fender of our Karmann Ghia. Um, I lied. But eventually confessed.
My husband liked tinsel on the tree and I hated it. I told him I caught our six-month old son chewing on some, and he took it off. Um, I lied. And never confessed. And we’ve never been cursed with tinsel since.
KariE on 14 Mar 2008 at 8:02 am #
I, too, live with a world class liar. He could tell you that the sky was purple while sitting on the beach on a clear day and expect you to believe it. There is no rhyme or reason. He just does it. And it makes me soooooo mad!!!
Because I know how I feel when I find out he has lied, I try not to lie at all costs.
I must confess that I have lied to my husband about money. His philosophy is that if you have it, spend it. So, over time I have (accidentlly) entered in transactions twice in the checkbook. Since I have started (accidentlly) doing this, I have created a 300 buffer in the checkbook. It has saved us more times than I can count. I don’t really see it as lying, though. I see it as a safeguard measure. Yeah, that’s it.
I know that back in the day I have gotten caught in a couple whoppers. There was this one time that I was “staying at Sniky’s house” when I was really on a road trip with Sniky to Canada. Bad move, but good times!!!
J Perry Stone on 14 Mar 2008 at 8:04 am #
I can’t get over this, Rachel: “I just want to cuddle. I promise.”
That one makes me SO mad! For God’s sake, it’s eleven o’clock, I have to get up at 6AM, plus all day, the kids have been screeching and pawing at me.
Go “cuddle” yourself!
I STINK at lying. And my husband is really smart, knows me like a book, and can always tell. Sucks to be me.
I can lie to my sister, though, because she’s way dumber than me. My daughter, however, is a virtuoso … except for the small fat that immediatly after every lie, she covers up her nose and asks, “is my nose getting longer?”
I’m not supposed to laugh, am I?
Huh. I never would have pegged Mary-Ann for a pot-head.
Karen Rose on 14 Mar 2008 at 8:24 am #
I rarely lie - I’d have to keep up with all the loose ends. Of course, my cell phone/PDA does come with Excel for spreadsheets, so I could start keeping track …
Maggie, love the tinsel fib. Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do.
Only once have I been less than straightforward with DH. It was fifteen years ago and he had introduced a groundcover into my flower garden that I thought looked like a weed. (Not Mary Jane weed, mind you, just regular weed.) So one day I started pulling them out. He came out when I was 2/3 finished and started to roar, “Don’t you know those are my periwinkle?” Undetered, I continued ripping them out. “Yes.” “Why didn’t you ask me first?” “Because you would have said no.”
Oh, he was mad. Called me a “bossy woman.” Chuckle. It was our worst fight in the 26 years we’ve been together, still known as the “periwinkle incident.”
So I didn’t really lie, I just didn’t ask permission.
Karen Rose on 14 Mar 2008 at 8:27 am #
My sister, on the other hand, was an expert school skipper in the ’80’s. Or not so expert. She’d forge notes from my mom saying, Uncle So-and-so or Aunt Whoever had died. Trouble was, she didn’t keep a spreadsheet to keep track and killed off the same relatives more than once. The principal called my mom into the office and spread all the notes over the desk.
Poor Mom. She said, bewildered, “My, my, she’s killed off nearly all the family.”
I still crack up thinking about it.
cail on 14 Mar 2008 at 8:33 am #
off the top of my head i can’t think of any good lies, unless of course you count faking sick to get out of any number of tasks. really work and school should give you mental health days or floating absence days for our sanity.
Sandy "Snik" White on 14 Mar 2008 at 8:52 am #
I have been known to lay out some doozies in the past. The Canada Trip with Kari, the age/identity/ethnicity of my first boyfriend, where I was REALLY going when going to see said boyfriend. etc. Currently, I see no benefit from lies. They just hurt, me and others.
The worst lies I’ve heard? Man there have been many. The funniest ones are when my daughter thinks she’s getting something by on me. She’s an only child. There will be something that ONLY she could have done and she’ll blame the dog. While I don’t tolerate her stories, I do kinda have to chuckle.
The guys at work are another one. Why didn’t you get your schedule done? Oh there was traffic out in Lehigh? You were scheduled in North Fort Myers. What up? *sigh*
Sandy "Snik" White on 14 Mar 2008 at 8:57 am #
My Funniest Lies!!
My sister Nikki and I were in the car with my mom and were discussing honesty and the subject of relationships came up too. Since my relationship was just ending at the time, i asked my mom if faking orgasms counted as a lie and if so, how one would go about making it right. Because you are supposed to ask for forgiveness from those you’ve wronged…I could just imagine the conversations that would have to happen with that. My mother laughed herself sick (as did I) after hearing my question. My sister turned three shades of purple and to this day will not discuss that conversation with us LOL.
My mom wasn’t honestly sure how I should rectify the slight of the faked orgasms so she literally took it to our pastor. Turns out while it is a lie, Pastor didn’t think it necessary to confess it to anyone else and just told me to repent.
Freshechelle on 14 Mar 2008 at 9:00 am #
I once lied that I had to attend a family wedding to skip a 2 day part of a business trip to Sao Paulo. I actually had tickets for Braves-Mets game that was really important. The game rocked! The 1 day visit I did make to Caracas, not so much.
RachelG on 14 Mar 2008 at 9:10 am #
In high school, I wrecked my Vega 4-wheeling in the mountains. My best friend and I picked up the pieces, drove through a car wash then back to school. I parked the car, scattered the pieces, then call my mom and told her I’d been the victim of a hit and run. She believed me until I told her the truth about 15 years later.
Years later of course, my karma came back and zapped me when all my children wrecked their first cars and I started hearing these unbelievable tales of how it happened.
rachelg
Claudia Dain on 14 Mar 2008 at 9:15 am #
I’ll never forget when my firstborn was about one, maybe less. I had just baked some cookies and told him not to eat any. I turned my back to do some dishes, look around and he’s standing there in his diaper and tee-shirt, blanket dragging on the floor, one hand held suspiciously at his side.
“Did you take a cookie?” I ask.
Big blue eyes get bigger, the hand ever-so-slowly moves behind his diaper, and he shakes his head ‘no.’
Wow, he can’t talk, but he can still lie. It was sort of impressive.
amy1242 on 14 Mar 2008 at 9:18 am #
LOL, Snik! You should have confessed to your ex, just to see the look on his face! Priceless!
Karen Hawkins on 14 Mar 2008 at 9:19 am #
I had pneumonia when I was high school and not only did I miss a big block of days, but when I went back, I was really weak and missed some more days here and there. Sometimes, I’d forget my note. So, since my mother always wrote my notes so the school had examples of her handwriting, I’d just pen one from my dad who never wrote our notes.
It worked great. I never used it to skip school, though, because I’d missed so many from being sick, I was working my butt off trying to catch up. All was well until after I graduated and my little brother came along and — you guessed it — showed up with a real note written by my dad! The school called my brother into the office, slapped his note beside one my ‘dad’ had written, and announced that they’d caught him forging notes. My parents had to go to school and explain things. My brother was so mad, but my sister and I (who were both in college by then) laughed ourselves silly.
Heh!
Karen Hawkins on 14 Mar 2008 at 9:20 am #
Claudia, I think we call that ‘a natural.’ That’s sort of scary, but . . . wow!
Sabrina Jeffries on 14 Mar 2008 at 9:28 am #
When we were kids, my sister could lie like nobody’s business. She once knocked a hand mirror off my dresser (by accident) WHILE I WAS SITTING RIGHT THERE WATCHING A FEW FEET AWAY, and when I said, “You broke my mirror!” she shook her head and said that no, indeed she had not. She didn’t know HOW it had gotten broken. Honestly. But she hadn’t knocked it off.
I suppose it had just leaped off the dresser of its own accord.
Before then, my mom had been getting on her case constantly for lying, and I had defended her over and over, saying that my beloved sister couldn’t possibly LIE.
That put the kibosh on THAT argument.
cail on 14 Mar 2008 at 9:31 am #
oh oh oh!!!
have I got a good one!
so in college, i covered for my HS brother as he hosted a huge NYE party while my parents were out of town on the condition that no one was to enter my room.
as i was at a party elsewhere I had little say over what actually happened.
A few days later, I returned to my parents house and was chatting with my mom. We walked into my room, and sat on my bed when ::thump:: the whole thing tilted and fell.
Angered I asked my bro what had happened and he denied knowing anything. Finally he let slip that two of his friends were wrestling and ended up breaking my bed.
Word spread about my brothers party and my parents found out about it. Now grounded (barely) he finally gave in and explained that one of his friends met a girl at the party and brought her to my room. Apparently their activities or size were too much for my bed, since that was the REAL way it got broken.
I still won’t let that poor kid (his friend) live that one down.
RachelG on 14 Mar 2008 at 9:41 am #
I don’t lie anymore. No real need, but back in day I was good. That’s why my kids got away with very little. I’d been there. Done that. Told that lie. It used to drive them crazy how I knew they were lying.
Kim on 14 Mar 2008 at 9:47 am #
Oh, I am just rolling here.
And lying to get out of school/work counts as a lie? Oh, I’ve got loads of those *g* At my HS you couldn’t have a note, your parent had to call in. So, I would always call in and act very indignent. The school knew my mom quite well from my brother. It worked great for about two years until a girlfriend and I skipped an entire week (doing very very bad things!) and I called in for both of us. After that I just got very creative and when I’d skip I’d tell my mom I didn’t feel good and she needed to call in for me.
To my husband, “No honey, I didn’t buy that book. A friend loaned it to me.”
Gannon on 14 Mar 2008 at 10:16 am #
LMAO, ladies! I love these stories! The one lie I told that comes to mind, was in college when I told my one of my professors that I wouldn’t be in class for a week because I needed to go home due to my grandmother’s illness. Shame on me!
BTW, I just posted my proposal story on yesterdays blog! Check it out!
RachelG on 14 Mar 2008 at 10:38 am #
Oh boy, I can not tell you how many times my grandmother died. Several times a year depending on how long I’d been at a new job.
And sometimes lies aren’t really lies. They’re more of small kindnesses. Like, “yes I love the new haircut.” Because you don’t want your mother to know she should probably wear a hat for the next few months. Let her live in ignorance. She’s happier.
Gannon on 14 Mar 2008 at 10:43 am #
Rachel, my mother needs to learn the little white lie where other people’s hair is concerned, specifically mine and my sisters’. My mom never hesitates to tell us she doesn’t like the cut, color, blah, blah, blah. She constantly reminds me of how much she liked my hair “when your stylist in Virginia cut it in that really cute short style”. Sheesh, that was over 5 years ago! Live in the now, Mom!
Claudia Dain on 14 Mar 2008 at 10:53 am #
Oh Gannon, your mom and mine must have come from the same school of hair design.
My mom was always telling me (seemed like always, anyway) what I should be doing with my hair. When it was chin length, I should cut it short, like that cute style I had ten years earlier from a stylist 3000 miles away. So, I cut my hair, short, and she sees me and says in horror, “What have you done to your hair?”
I wanted to kill her. I think a jury of my peers would have acquitted me.
zambonigirl on 14 Mar 2008 at 11:07 am #
I’m a terrible liar, so yeah, I’ve gotten caught in lies before. Mostly just by my parents or teachers. What I really hate is when I want to take a personal day, but call in “sick”. I’m horrible at it. “Uh…yeah. This is Heidi? Yeah. I’m, um…sick? Headache and stuff? No, not that bad. I’ll probably be in tomorrow.” *really pathetic totally fake cough*
The stupid part is when I really am sick (maybe once a year, aside from the broken arm incident that my trainer describes as “the time I left the gym for a while”), I am even worse on the phone. “Uh…I’m sick? I’m sorry, I can’t talk, I have to go.” I figure, either way, I hang up the phone feeling guilty.
As for the lamest lies, I find that the politicians (and more than just the recent indicent in NY) who have had affairs are the lamest. “I was just tapping my toe and reaching for the TP!”
RachelG on 14 Mar 2008 at 11:21 am #
Even my mom, who has always voted for Larry Craig, didn’t buy the “wide stance” fib.
rg
zambonigirl on 14 Mar 2008 at 12:04 pm #
Oh-I almost forgot. Best lie/excuse ever? “I was dead at the time!”
colinfirthfan on 14 Mar 2008 at 12:05 pm #
My friend and I had a presentation on Christmas Eve but my Mom had just come back after spending 2 months helping my sister with her new baby. I was dying to see Mom so I told my friend to tell my prof (who had a stick up her a$$ - who has presentations on Christmas Eve?) that my grand-father died. I spent 2 weeks at home with my Mom and Dad. I got a note from my parents that my Grandfather died. I also got a note from my cousin - just graduated from Med school - that I was sick with “Influenza”!!
My Prof was mad. She didn’t believe me but what to do with the authentic looking notes?? I had to d my presentation over. But it was soooo worth it
Suzanne Enoch on 14 Mar 2008 at 12:09 pm #
My nephew was riding his toy tractor & went right through a spider web. He started SCREAMING and nearly crashed. He finally sobbed out that he’d seen the spider & it was so big it looked like a jellyfish. I immediately made a big deal that he’d actually seen a jellyfish spider because they’re so rare & shy & almost no one has never even seen one. That calmed him down, & he was kind of proud that he’d seen one.
Then 2 days later he was at my house again & my neighbor came over, & he asked her if she’d ever seen the jellyfish spider in my front yard. I’m nodding madly behind his back, because if he knew it had been a regular spider I would never have gotten him into my front yard again. Luckily she has kids & got it. He still talks about that rare jellyfish spider. I imagine I’ll have to come clean eventually. Sigh.
RachelG on 14 Mar 2008 at 12:25 pm #
My son had a dog when he was little that got sick and we had to put it to sleep. So, to spare my son’s feelings, I told a little white lie about how the dog went to live with a blind lady on a farm. A few years later he came home from school royally angry at me. It seemed that at the lunch table, he and his friends had something in common. Quite a few of their pets “went to live with a blind lady on a farm.” He thought I’d taken the dog to the pound. To this day, he doesn’t really believe me that the dog actually died.
rachel
Sandy "Snik" White on 14 Mar 2008 at 12:28 pm #
Zamboni - I love that line! Eddie is one of the greatest ever eh?
colinfirthfan on 14 Mar 2008 at 12:37 pm #
When I was young I had 4 chicken - all turned out to be roosters ( and I admit I lost interest in them). My mom was getting quite fed up of them pecking up her garden so she asked our cook to take them to the butcher. She told me that they were stolen. I was the only one who ate chicken for dinner that night!
I still haven’t forgiven my Mom for that one.
cail on 14 Mar 2008 at 12:46 pm #
i think colinfirthfan wins. anyone lied to who ends up EATING their pet had it the worst.
Freshechelle on 14 Mar 2008 at 1:39 pm #
RachelG, “wide stance” ha! Last week I killed an hour sitting outside that men’s room in the Minneapolis airport e-mailing my friends that there were “tap lessons” being offered at the famous site. Oh scandale… P.S. two of my colleagues have unintended & unfortunate connections to the Spitzer scandal. One of them had to write checks to the Emperor’s Club for Client #XX, her former boss.
RachelG on 14 Mar 2008 at 1:51 pm #
Yep, colinfirthfan wins so far. Eating a pet is worse.
Regarding the Emeror’s Club. What are those hookers doing that is worth 4 grand?
rg
colinfirthfan on 14 Mar 2008 at 1:57 pm #
Apparently they had hookers who charged 10 grand as well. If they were 5 diamonds or some such thing. I would like to know what they are doing as well.
Also, why the heck is his wife standing with him at every news conference? I don’t get it.
Freshechelle on 14 Mar 2008 at 2:11 pm #
I’m thinking the 7 Diamond girls are doing stuff usually described in letters starting Dear Penthouse, I never thought this would happen to me…
Kim on 14 Mar 2008 at 2:35 pm #
Zamboni–I always just called in with “women problems.” That ceases all questions from a male boss *g*
zambonigirl on 14 Mar 2008 at 2:40 pm #
No go, Kim. Female boss.
RE the Emporer’s Club, they have said that the particular woman did things that the other women found to be “dangerous.” Who knows what that could entail.
And LOL @ offering tap dancing lessons in the men’s room. I bet the accoustics are fantastic!
Ellen on 14 Mar 2008 at 2:48 pm #
I don’t like to think of myself as a liar. I am more “an enhancer of details.”
Gannon on 14 Mar 2008 at 2:51 pm #
Zamboni, I’m almost afraid to imagine what could be so dangerous!
Freshechelle on 14 Mar 2008 at 2:56 pm #
Today “dangerous” probably means without a cond*m.
Judy F on 14 Mar 2008 at 2:58 pm #
I don’t lie well in person, over the phone I can be pretty convincing. My old boss years ago would call me in her office to ask me stuff that was going on cause I just can’t lie in person. I might try buy my face gives me away every time.
I try not to lie but sometimes you have too. My line for not liking something is “oh that’s Different” LOL
cail on 14 Mar 2008 at 4:00 pm #
oh, how could i forget. i got my college degree in lying… i mean acting…
Sabrina Jeffries on 14 Mar 2008 at 4:12 pm #
Ooh, colinfirthfan, we had two roosters as pets when *I* was a kid. My mom got tired of them pecking people (can’t imagine why *G*), and she too served them up for supper. Fortunately, I, who loved the roosters, was away from home at the time, although I was quite upset to hear about it upon my return. I should ask my siblings if they ate the roosters!
Of course, my mom is from the country, so for her, killing and frying up a rooster was business as usual. I mean, her South Louisiana mama once had my mom and aunts bring her a chicken to kill when she was bit by a rattlesnake–she cut it open and put it on the wound to draw out the poison (mom also picked cotton as a girl). So eating two yard roosters wasn’t a big deal to her.
Kathy/Cookiedough on 14 Mar 2008 at 4:16 pm #
what? me lie??
Hahahahaha!
I was a goody goody growing up. no drinking, not even sex until I was 21.
lying didn’t start until work days started.
hack cough cough. too sick to come in.
PJane1031 on 14 Mar 2008 at 5:21 pm #
So does lying to my mom and telling her that “I decided to stay home and quilt, rather than drive four hours to hang out with a college friend and go see the Lippizan Stallion show” count? Did that a little over a week ago!! I’m not a big liar, but when I’m 35 and my mom ‘thinks’ that because I’m the youngest (of
she can still rule my life, I tend to ‘embellish’ or ‘omit’ certain details when I chat with her. 
colinfirthfan on 14 Mar 2008 at 5:43 pm #
Sabrina, I suspected something was wrong (must’ve been the evil giggling) so thankfully I ate very little. My mom was a really bad liar.
She did come clean at some pt so I used to bring it up to her every now and then.
Ellen on 14 Mar 2008 at 7:05 pm #
By the by…Could Maryanne look any more stoned than that? LOL
doglady on 14 Mar 2008 at 7:42 pm #
Sorry to be so late. You all tell such creative lies. Are any of you writers, perchance? My senior year in HS I did not pay for gas for my 66 mustang. The reason? After several mornings of leaving for school with less gas than I had the night before I watched and caught my brother and his BF sneaking my car out at night. Instead of telling Mom I blackmailed him and made him give me gas money every week. No more midnight rides for him. My Mom kept seeing him giving me money and asked why. We told her it was for rides I gave him. She never said a word. It wasn’t until we were in our 30s that she told us she knew all about it. She figured him having to give me money was more than appropriate.
Now I am too old and senile to lie. If I did I would forget who I told what and that is just too much aggravation!
Aspen on 14 Mar 2008 at 11:16 pm #
Okay here is my story.
I had an acquaintance in High School who had a new fantastic lie every time she saw me. Her father worked for the government very hush, hush. Her brother’s a sniper. Her mom died of breast cancer (I talked to her mom shortly after this lie she looked very good for a dead woman.) Her great grandfather/uncle being Al Capone. Her fancy Mercedes waiting for her at home while she took the bus…
Anyway, a friend and I were taking a road trip and out of boredom concoted a BIG FANTASTIC LIE to tell her that would trump all her lies. We called her up and said we both got accepted to Harvard on full ride scholarships and to celebrate our parents bought us new cars. Her response was that she got into Yale and was studying abroad in Europe next year. Yeash.
FreshEChelle on 15 Mar 2008 at 8:24 am #
Aspen, OMG!! Was she from NJ? We had same friend or friend-experience! Wanna start a support group?
Here were her doozies:
I won this hard to find album by drag racing some guy.
I practically raised by brother. You’ll notice sometimes he slips and calls me “Mom”.
I drove so & so’s car into NYC, they didn’t realize I was underage and had never driven before.
I drove their car thru the Lincoln Tunnel and let go of the wheel when I realized I had tunnel vision.
I’m a little clairvoyant.
and my personal favorite (the one that ended it all……)
When we were in that record store, someone brushed past me and stole ONE of my souls. (You see she had several souls. Oh and she abandoned us in the East Village while following this up with a parade thru the village worthy of a 80s New Romantic video)
Forgive me, I was 14, she was 19. She was a free ride into NY
Margaret on 15 Mar 2008 at 11:51 am #
Rachel, I was just re-reading one of your books the other day and the story of the Vega was there. You claimed this was the start of your creative writing career. LOL
Sabrina, did you ever see “The Yearling”? I think I have the right movie. A guy got bit by a ratteler and they slit open a chicken to put on the bite and draw the poison out. I wonder if that really works? Not that I want to find out for myself. I had an aunt in East Texas who got bit on the finger by a ground rattler hiding in sweet gum burrs she was raking. She was a mighty sick woman for quite awhile. Interestingly, she drove several days later to the hospital and no one there had ever treated a snake bite before.
I won’t go into my lying career. I’m the same age as Mary Ann and look just as bad. W/o the marijuana in my system. sigh I’ve never even tried it. Too chicken.
Santa on 15 Mar 2008 at 3:32 pm #
Is this where we talk about the govenor of NY? Fear not, I can’t be bothered. Talk about being hoisted on his own petard!
Does telling your parents that you are going out bowling when you really went out drinking with friends count? I mean driving sixty miles an hour with all the windows open in the middle of winter does take the smell of liquor and ‘burnt popcorn’ go away….right? A whole package of mints and my friends’ assurance that ‘no, you don’t look drunk at all’ fooled them…..I think.