Pathological Liars
Friz writes, "I recently busted my mate who claimed to have 'supported the Kaiser Chiefs in 2001' by gently mentioning that they weren't even called that back then."
Some people seem to lead complete fantasy lives with lies stacked on lies stacked on more lies. Tell us about the ones you've met.
BTW, if any of you want to admit to making up all your QOTW stories, now would be a good time to do it.
( , Thu 29 Nov 2007, 12:17)
Friz writes, "I recently busted my mate who claimed to have 'supported the Kaiser Chiefs in 2001' by gently mentioning that they weren't even called that back then."
Some people seem to lead complete fantasy lives with lies stacked on lies stacked on more lies. Tell us about the ones you've met.
BTW, if any of you want to admit to making up all your QOTW stories, now would be a good time to do it.
( , Thu 29 Nov 2007, 12:17)
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City-wide lying
A couple or three years ago, I was living in Norwich and unemployed. Valentine's Day was approaching and I had no money to get something for the missus. Luckily, the local radio station, Shite FM (or maybe it was Broadland), was running a competition to find the most unromantic man in Norwich. All you had to do was - if you were a girlfriend or wife - write a story of your unromantic partner.
Quick as a flash, I knocked out some bullshit about me being a football fanatic (I'm not interested) and generally crap and lazy husband. I was quite proud of it, and submitted it in my wife's name.
We won and I had to go on air to expand upon my lies, which I did with aplomb and with even more lies, as my poor wife shuffled nervously at the bare-faced whoppers spinning fluently from my lips. The prize was a meal at a nice French restaurant and a full day beauty spa for me [manicure, facial, massage, haircut etc.].
And mother always said that liars get found out.
( , Fri 30 Nov 2007, 10:37, 1 reply)
A couple or three years ago, I was living in Norwich and unemployed. Valentine's Day was approaching and I had no money to get something for the missus. Luckily, the local radio station, Shite FM (or maybe it was Broadland), was running a competition to find the most unromantic man in Norwich. All you had to do was - if you were a girlfriend or wife - write a story of your unromantic partner.
Quick as a flash, I knocked out some bullshit about me being a football fanatic (I'm not interested) and generally crap and lazy husband. I was quite proud of it, and submitted it in my wife's name.
We won and I had to go on air to expand upon my lies, which I did with aplomb and with even more lies, as my poor wife shuffled nervously at the bare-faced whoppers spinning fluently from my lips. The prize was a meal at a nice French restaurant and a full day beauty spa for me [manicure, facial, massage, haircut etc.].
And mother always said that liars get found out.
( , Fri 30 Nov 2007, 10:37, 1 reply)
or maybe this is a classic frankspencer double bluff and you're lying about this too - in which case, the story seems more likely -bugger!
*clicks
( , Fri 30 Nov 2007, 11:14, closed)
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