I've always wondered what the truth was doing with its pants off. Did the lie have pants on, or was it just steaking?
Questions Mr. Twain never answered.
I always thought that the lie was a morning person who got up and got started at zero dark thirty, while the truth likes to sleep in until about nine, have a nice shower, and enjoy a leisurely breakfast with a third cup of coffee before getting dressed.
Maybe even a Champagne brunch, if it’s the weekend.