The most outrageous excuse I ever made
I was 16, currently enjoying my first relationship. Given my lack of experience with the opposite sex, I had no idea of the pain and anger that would result in my failing to call my girlfriend at a certain pre-confirmed time.

Lounging in my bedroom, watching TV on a windy winter's night, my irate girlfriend called up to ask why I hadn't called earlier that evening when I'd said I would. I could tell from her tone that she was murderously angry.

Thinking quickly, and looking out of the window I told her that I would have called, but for the fact that the evening's strong gales had blown down a tree in our garden, and my Dad and I had spent the last few hours tying it down so it didn't blow away. My story was so outrageously and obviously false, there was no way - in my girlfriend's mind - I could be lying. I got away with it.
(Fuiru Sting, where is thy death?, Sat 12 Jul 2008, 1:22, closed)