Do you think that Christine McVie was right about telling sweet little lies?

Question

(Vocalist from Fleetwood Mac)

Barbie: Ken, I made you coffee and toast. I hope I boiled the bread long enough.

Ken: It's perfect.

Barbie: Do these pants make my ass look fat?

Ken: Different brands will create that illusion. Did you save the receipt?

Barbie: Ken, I crashed the car into a tree, again.

Ken: It's not your fault. I don't know why they plant those stupid things in the city.

Barbie: Do you think Kate Upton is prettier than me?

Ken: Who?

Barbie: Do you think I could drive your Tesla Roadster to work tomorrow?

Ken: Honey, the muffler bearings are shot and it's out of blinker fluid.

Barbie. Oh, darn. Okay.

SnowedIn · Answer

Michael had two brothers, have I told you that? They were much older, 8 and 10 years. The one who was 8 years older was, you'll recall, the young man that Kenny Rogers called up on stage on a warm summer's eve in Connecticut. Liquid velvet was what they called his voice. Kenny's, not Michael's brother. The oldest brother, though, didn't like Michael's pop, or Jason's country. Paul was more into The Greatful Dead. And Fleetwood Mac.

But, see, there's a similarity to Kenny and Christine. It's not about the little lies. Well, it is. Christine and Kenny both spoke of it. But we'll come back to that...

... I must tell you the tale of HJK. HJK was a distinguished gentleman. I'd say he had silver hair but, well, there wasn't much left. He was a Naval Officer. An Aviator to be more specific. He flew helicopters. The apex of his seagoing career was as the Executive Officer of an aircraft carrier and, let me tell you, other than spending time on GaG or being a gerbil, there's no better job.

One fine day HJK as an almost-senior officer was delivering a brief to the Chief of Naval Operations. That's one important dude. He's got his own airplane. (But tonight I promise not to digress. Not even for airplanes. I hope you know how hard this is.) HJK prepared well. Extra copies of his brief. An extra white shirt in case he spilled something on it. This was back in The Old Days. Those that we yearn for. At that time, Pentagon conference rooms had three things in common: clouds of cigarette smoke, crappy fake wood paneling, and recesses in the tables for overhead projectors. Yes, those ones, Like we used to have in schools. Onto which one put transparencies. Around the table were seated numerous other senior admirals. Hollywood could not have done a better job of finding that many similar looking old men (had to use euphemisms here, this is GaG and this isn't a solicitation for donations to Turkey). Many of those officers were grumpy but that's another post. In the middle of the presentation, the bulb in the overhead projector blew. One grumpy old admiral said, "What are you gonna do now, slick?" Calling any officer, even one junior to oneself "slick" is a BIG no no. Meanwhile HJK and his partner to the disbelief and delight of the CNO, had unplugged the projector, removed it from the table, pulled out the spare they'd stashed under the table, put it in the table, plugged it in and were back up and running in less than 30 seconds. After which the CNO looked at Grumpy Admiral and said, "That's what he's gonna do, Slick".

What Christine, Kenny, and HJK understood was the part after "tell me sweet little lies." Christine said "oh no no you can't disguise", Kenny said "you got to know when to hold em", and HJK had a projector no one could see.

Christine was right, but only if we include the next line.

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ShiftingMonke · Answer

You know what they say.. players only love you when they're playing.

exitseven · Answer

Poor Ken, he would do anything for apiece of tail.

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