“The Naked Truth is better than the Best Dressed Lies”. At least that’s what my dad said. But I don’t think I completely agree with the Truth’s exhibitionist phase. “You really need to grow out of it man. I mean you don’t have to be best dressed, but at least put your briefs on man. (not those briefs again)”
And then they say that the truth can be ugly. Well yeah! When she’s lost her make-up bag, she can be. Whoever believes otherwise should take a closer look inside his wife’s handbag, or purse, or closet, or almirah or random drawer, or the window sill, or below the pillow, or above the toilet seat, or inside the refrigerator…. (Not you honey. You would never need Make up. God made you naturally beautiful)
You know, I sometimes imagine sitting by my fireplace with a drink in my hand, talking about the greater truths in life, only to be distracted by that err.. umm.. thoughts of “truth” walking around naked. But then I realise that I live on a ship…. and that I don’t have a fireplace…… Or a drink…… Or any sane thoughts…. (Sigh).
