Three lies.

I’m at the table of justice, faceless spirits determining my destination.

I’m asked to reveal my three lies.

Lie 1: I did actually eat that cake that mum gave told me not to, what can I say? It was chocolate!

Lie 2: yes, I did actually watch that persons bum that time, I know, I lied to my partner about that for years… (does that make it several lies? Who knows?)

Lie 3: I only told three lies. Oopsies. Not my fault, 3’s my unlucky number. I think my lucky number is 89, but maybe I miscounted…