I think I’ll take a truth from Anaamika and a dare from Feydeau.
And a truth for Anaamika…alright, I’ve sometimes played a game of Truth or Dare wishing someone would ask me about the scandalous secret I was dying to reveal, but couldn’t, in good taste/conscience. So, is there some question you keep hoping someone will ask? If so, ask it of yourself, and then answer it.
Truth, please!
Who did you first tell about losing your virginity - not counting your partner in the act?
What fun! I’ll take a truth, my dearest. Feydeau, another truth, if you would be so kind!
Revenant, tally ho! Describe in one paragraph what silly fools we Americans be.
Bricker, write me a letter of recommendation that looks positive but isn’t.
(Ok, everyone knows I’m trying to complete a dare and not just being silly, right? Good.)
Let’s see, I’m pretty sure that would’ve been my friend Desi. Our friendship has been long-distance since the end of middle school, so I probably took the phone into my room, closed the door, and put on some music before telling her. (I was 16 at the time.)
Ho, there, my dear! No ruining the fun by using disclaimers. (methinks)
Anyway, what’s wrong with being silly? Googlty plick plop! ;j
I suppose you Americans think there is nothing wrong with being silly. We English on the other hand, pride ourselves on being completely serious. Nothing can cause us to even crack a smile.
God Save The Queen!
Ah, yes, the serious Brits! Quite right! Carry on, then, wot wot!
To Whom It May Concern:
It gives me great pleasure to recommend Anaamika for a job somewhere other than her current employment here.
During her time here, Anaamika has been one of the most self-directed employees I have ever supervised. Her attention to her assigned tasks is exceeded only by her willingness to research and explore the information highway on her own. Our own internal monitoring system has documented her zeal and determination in this regard; she has spent countless hours during the workday ensuring that her grasp and comprehension of available Internet resources is kept up to speed.
Anaamika is very responsible. Every single time she’s had to take leave on a Friday or Monday, she has informed her supervisor, often ahead of time. She takes great pride in responsibly ensuring that everyone in the office knows when she won’t be there.
She is also very civic-minded. During a recent investigation we had concerning certain missing office equipment, Anaamika was among the first to volunteer her extensive knowledge of civil rights and protections, rights that all citizens enjoy in our great democracy.
In short, it’s hard to imagine taking greater joy than I do at the prospect of being instrumental in helping Anaamika find a new job.
Sincerely,
Bricker
Perhaps you think they are humorous, my good woman? Well, I am here to inform you that they are completely and utterly ridiculous. I have never seen anything so juvenile and immature in my life.
Bricker, excellent job. You have my heartiest recommendation. Perhaps you’d care to join me for a spot of tea?
Oh my. How embarrassing. Do forgive me.
Well, Americans embody silly foolishness! Firstly, look at all the license plate stickers on their cars - Is it really necessary to inform everyone of your political/religious/whatever beliefs even when driving? Secondly, Americans invented the “pull my finger” joke. I think that speaks for itself. Thirdly, Americans got Firefly canceled. Fifthly, Americans can’t count. Sixthly, OH MY GOD! LOOK BEHIND YOU!!! And you see, you looked. How silly and foolish. Seventhly, Anne Rice. And to top the whole thing off, you’ve got thirteen stripes in your flag, when everyone knows thirteen is unlucky.
Do you mean to suggest that you’re not as enthusiastic about having Bricker over for tea as your last post might suggest? 
As Feydeau hasn’t shown up for a while, would anyone else care to dare me?
The sniffing of cauliflower farts you have no problem with – but THAT was embarrassing, eh?
Pish posh! I was merely apologizing for my lack of coding skills. Unlike you Americans, we are the *height * of civility and good manners. You should seek to imitate us.
Dirty pool, old man! NO MORE!
Sure.
Your dare is: You’re a true crazy-stalker type, and you’ve just had a first date - coffee at Starbucks, ten minutes start to finish - with someone that you (naturally) are now convinced you are destined to spend the rest of your life with, starting now. Write an e-mail to your date pouring your heart out. This needs to be the sort of e-mail that gets posted to message boards with rueful commentary about the mental stability of the sender - know what I mean?
Dirty pool?
I realized it around the same time I realized I like anybody that way. An early bloomer
Would you like a truth or dare?
eh, truth?
I’m way behind here! Stupid real-life stuff…
dare me! But no poetry, please. For your sake more than mine 