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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No, really I did!
In my third middle school, I was branded as the bullshitter-kid because of a bad choice of phrasing, intended only to lend drama to my story.
I slid down a steep valley floor, off a ledge type thing and into a river one weekend while playing in the woods near my dad's house. It was quite the lucky escape, as falling a good 10 or 15 feet, and landing on my back in the edge of a river swollen by rain was rather fekkin scary for a 10 year-old me.
The ledge thing at the bottom of the slope / side of the river was a vertical drop, eroded from that flaky iron-ore/flint type stuff. I mistakenly used the word 'cliff' in my playground description of events, leading to numerous cries of bullshit, as I had no injuries to show. (I was surprised myself that no bones were broken, I walked away with nothing more that a thorough soaking and presumably a mild dose of shock.)
My truly heroic childhood anecdote, scuppered by my childishly small vocabulary. I now realise it was technically a ridge, drop-off or ledge.
( , Fri 30 Nov 2007, 15:07, Reply)
In my third middle school, I was branded as the bullshitter-kid because of a bad choice of phrasing, intended only to lend drama to my story.
I slid down a steep valley floor, off a ledge type thing and into a river one weekend while playing in the woods near my dad's house. It was quite the lucky escape, as falling a good 10 or 15 feet, and landing on my back in the edge of a river swollen by rain was rather fekkin scary for a 10 year-old me.
The ledge thing at the bottom of the slope / side of the river was a vertical drop, eroded from that flaky iron-ore/flint type stuff. I mistakenly used the word 'cliff' in my playground description of events, leading to numerous cries of bullshit, as I had no injuries to show. (I was surprised myself that no bones were broken, I walked away with nothing more that a thorough soaking and presumably a mild dose of shock.)
My truly heroic childhood anecdote, scuppered by my childishly small vocabulary. I now realise it was technically a ridge, drop-off or ledge.
( , Fri 30 Nov 2007, 15:07, Reply)
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