Felicity Huffman was on the Tonight Show last night, plugging both a new movie and a new book. The book is a how-to designed to help men be better as boyfriends, so Jay asked if she had any dating horror stories. She decided to tell one that she attributed to her husband, William H Macy, claiming that it happened to him in high school.
Except it was this story.
Had she simply said she had heard about it happening to someone, you could chalk it up to it being an urban legend - lots of people tell it so there is a good chance she heard it. However, the extra element of "this happened to Bill..." removes the wiggle room and makes it a lie. Right?
Is her life so boring she couldn't come up with a real story?
Did he tell her that story and she believed it?
OK, I know it is petty, but it really bothers me that she went on there and lied - and it makes me doubt all the other stories she has told. I mean, why would you lie about something so stupid?
Posted by Vox at December 1, 2005 12:14 AM | TrackBack | celebritiesHell I even posted a link to the video of the TV ad some time ago.
http://www.downtownchickchat.com/archives/000401.php
And the story itself is pretty implausible on its face. What, the guy didn't mention that there would be two people sitting in the back seat? She didn't notice when she got in? They didn't say anything when she got in? She wasn't worried that the smell would still linger when Dave got back in the car? (Although, perhaps she couldn't hold it.)
Here's one that a guy told me in college. Said it happened to him. Much more believable. He's out on a date, same problem. He's been holding it in as best he can. He drops his date home and walks her to the door. As quietly as he can, he lets fly. He's wearing an overcoat because of the weather, so he feels relatively safe. But then she invites him in. Being a guy and thinking "this means sex," he says, "sure." They get inside and she says, "Can I take your coat?" He says, "Okay," and removes it, handing it to her. When he does so, though, he discovers that about 93 percent of the fart was still captive underneath the coat. With the coat off, now it's out there for everyone to smell. To his credit, he said, "Sorry, I did that outside. I didn't know I was going to be coming in."
That's a VERY tough one to come back from, but he claims they still had sweaty monkey-sex for five hours. Pretty much every dating story that a guy tells ends that way, though.
Posted by: David Dodenhoff at December 1, 2005 08:37 PM