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Lies Are Not Pranks

I was just venting to Nadine about my dislike of April Fools' Day, and she helped me find the words for my emotions:

"Lies are not pranks. Whoopee cushions and pepper in the salt shaker are pranks."

Thank you.

Lies are not pranks. I hate being lied to. Ugh. Such an awful feeling. And I am a terrible liar, 95% of the time.


But you know what I did find funny today?

This blog post. If the words "Rob Bell" "Love Wins" or "Endless Theological Debates" pique any interest in your mind, this is for you.

(Similarly, I once found this version of The Secret on a bookshelf. I laughed for days.)

Comments

Vanessa said…
PREACH it! I'm all about the pranks and so annoyed by the LIES.
Also, just started that article by Donald Miller and I laughed.
Still have to finish it.
Thanks for sharing. :)
miss you. xo
Ariana said…
Awesome. All of it. April Fools is the worst because people lie about injuries and then sometimes, one of your friends, actually literally for real almost loses a finger, and you don't believe her because it happened on April 1st and everyone else is being such a jerk and telling lies that day.

Not that this happened to me or anything.

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