Last night Jenn's ex had a party to celebrate his election to the office of Student Body President.

At one point in the party, two clearly intoxicated gentleman whom I did not know approached me. "Hey," said one. "How old are you?"

I was almost tipsy at this point, and was in the middle of a conversation with my roommate, so it seemed like a good idea to blatantly lie. "25," I said.

"Can we ask you a favor?" said the other. "Do you think we look alike?"

"What, the two of you?" I asked.

"No," said the first. "You and him."

I look at them, puzzled.

"Can we see your ID?" one of them asked.

I'm in a bit of a fix at this point, because I just totally lied about my age. So I figure, what the hell, I might as well keep on lying. "Sorry, I don't have it with me."

"Oh... that's too bad. See, we're looking for an ID so he can get into a bar."

I apologized again, and they left.

When there are absolutely no consequences, lying can be a lot of fun.