You know that saying, ” It’s funny because it’s true?” I like the truth when it comes at me like that.
I hate it when people use the truth like a mallet and bash your brains out with it and then say…”I’m only telling you the truth because I care.”
I’d use my little vial of truth serum on one of those people ( and we all know a few of them, don’t we?) and I’m sorry but I’d skip the asking part. I’d dose them and turn them loose in let’s say, I don’t know where is the last place anyone wants to hear the truth?
Oh got it.
At a funeral.
Second to that, weddings.
Funerals and Wedding are planned, they are arranged and we know how to behave and what the steps in the process of each are. We even know what we’re suppose to wear and what to say when we talk to each other.
Do you know what happens when you don’t observe the ritual as agreed upon?
You not only get voted off the island, you get sent to another island where you are buried up to your neck in the sand, your face is smeared with honey and then you are covered with ants and bees.
Nobody wants to know ‘the truth’ at these events and much in the way of reality tv I don’t expect to hear it there either.
So using this truth serum would be like lighting the fuse on a bottle rocket.
You know, you stick the bottle rocket in a bottle ( or a beer can ) then you light the fuse and wonder- is it going to go up or just blow up there on the ground and in your face?
It would be fun just like that.
Without a doubt.
That’s what I would do- and that’s the truth.