I had a friend called Laurence at high school
For years and years he used to come out with the mostly unbelievable shite. His lies were frequent but of the kind that are almost believable, but not quite. things like, he told me once that he and his brother had stolen a load of heavy duty lights from a train depot and he was selling them on at £200 each to buy some DJ gear. Bollocks I thought, but humoured him anyway. If he'd have been the sort of wannabe badassed kid at highschool who never turned up, then I might have believed him. But he was a scrawny little geeky looking chap who didn't have many friends and was rubbish at PE.

One day he tells me he'd bought a magnum. Finally I piped up, "bollocks you have. You're fucking 16 and they're illegal."

He started protesting that it was true, and like most pathological liars, was entirely sketchy about the details. "I bought it off a mate" he claimed, knowing full well that I wasn't going to go chasing up his friends, asking them if any of them had sold him a handgun.

Well imagine my surprise when a few weeks later he turns up at my house with, yes, a fucking magnum tucked into his belt. A real one too, I inspected it.

I was dumbstruck. He started waving it around going "I fucking told you!", before tucking it back in his belt and fucking off up to the woods near my house. Moments later, the distinct sound of gunfire could heard emanating from beyond the trees.

So the moral of this story is, don't not believe everything you hear.

I bet the little fucker is a DJ now too...
( PMGT -Bacon., Thu 29 Nov 2007, 15:24, 3 replies)

I once bought a Magnum too
but it melted before I could finish eating it.

What?
( K2k6 has a proper job these days, Thu 29 Nov 2007, 15:27, closed)

Damn...
K2k6 beat me to it.
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Thu 29 Nov 2007, 15:33, closed)

i wish
you could click i like this for a reply
(electrogirl no one thinks about the implications of a clown su, Fri 30 Nov 2007, 9:29, closed)