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Ever claimed you could speak a foreign language to impress friends, colleagues and/or get laid? Make a twat of yourself - and I couldn't possibly comment - saying you were the godson of the chairman of BP? Tell us how your porkies have caught up with you

(Thanks to augsav and Sandettie Light Vessel Automatic for the suggestions)

(, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 13:03)
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I did it as a joke, but it just grew and grew...
Several years ago I was a different person and this lie came back and bit me on the arse!

First a bit of back story.

I was technically a mature student when I went to University, at the grand age of twenty two. The reason for leaving it a bit late was simply that I was enjoying being a feckless wonder, riding my mountain bike and my friend's motorbikes and just being a wanna be. I finally went back to college and got a single paltry AS level, just enough to get me into a crappy college of Higher Education!

So I started to knuckle down and actually got some good grades... in my first year. My Second year was spent getting pissed and crashing my mountain bike a lot and finally I got all serious and studied hard for my third year.

As I started my third year, a fresher started who I became friends with and am still friends with to this day, which makes this even more shameful.

He asked me why I had left it a while before coming to uni. I think he expected stories of traveling or a great career. Telling him that I had been a lazy so and so and had spent far too much time hanging out and playing silly buggers felt wrong.

So I created a terrible back story of crime and guilt that had ended with me spending two years resting at her Majes pleasure! My crime had been to accidentally kill a friend while doing dangerous sports, specifically a climbing accident, which had me put away for Involuntary Manslaughter. He looked stunned and every one else laughed. I assumed that he, like my friends who actually knew me, had guessed that I was joking and just covering up a life of being a lazy cunt.

Oh no, he being a considerate and gentle soul felt sorry for my terrible past and the tragedy I had supposedly been a part of. Months went past and he was a little cautious about me, especially when I offered to take him climbing!

He was not impressed when he found out I had lied, especially with such an outrageous and nasty lie. I think I went down in his opinion that day.

You know that feeling when you have not only let yourself down, but your friends as well? I do...
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 13:22, 1 reply)
Don't put yourself down...
Revel in your powers of deception! As Homer S. says, "It takes two to lie. One to tell the lie and the other to believe it."

The sexually confused fresher was probably getting off on the idea of adrenalin and death and women in skimpy dangerous-sports clothing with shiny helmets and lots of metal buckles and tight nylon ropes.
(, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 17:45, closed)

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