Double fake!
When I was at Uni I joined the university air squadron, this involved flying and learning about military type stuff while at the same time being a student, we were paid like the TA and everything it was great!

Anyways, one night we went out to a local bar, there was a big gang of us out and all was well and drunken. I should mention at this point that I was a first year and a bit of a twat (I'm a lot of a twat now) and thought I I was the mutts nuts being a flyer and all (I know, I know)

Anyways, Me and my mate Ringo (scouse lad who played the drums) were chatting to these 2 girls and they ask the inevitable 'what do you do?'

We should have been honest and explained that we were students up for a night out who were also involved in the squadron and sometimes were lucky enough to fly planes, instead we decided to go with the 'oh, yeah, we're pilots line' (possibly may have said we were trainees so keeping some modicum of honesty about it)

At which point the girls point over at the rest of the squadron (who appear to have taken to spectating at this point) and say to us 'well, that's odd because your mates say that you are all postmen'

Bastards but taught me a valuable lesson!

I now only fake if I know there is no one else out who knows what I do or if they are in on the plan!
(Fuckarma was masturbating into your handbag, Mon 14 Jul 2008, 9:44, Reply)