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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Still don't know if it was a lie
It was entertaining enough which was the main thing. Sitting in a pub up in Scotland, somewhere on the west coast, when I was a nipper. Folks were having a drink and got chatting to this slightly swaying, grizzled looking, Irish fellah (Broad Irish accent). Apparently he'd got insanely drunk the previous night in his hometown on the east coast of Ireland, and, attempting to stagger back home, was overcome with exhaustion as he staggered past the local docks.
Being an enterprising chap, he decided to take a quick nap, under a tarpaulin to get a bit of shelter from the cold wind, in the nearest boat. Sure enough, he wakes up the next morning in bonnie Scotchland, and makes his way to the pub, where we met him, and he told us his, quite believable, tale. Might still be there, who knows, but I was impressed at how he took it all in his stride.
( , Wed 5 Dec 2007, 13:24, Reply)
It was entertaining enough which was the main thing. Sitting in a pub up in Scotland, somewhere on the west coast, when I was a nipper. Folks were having a drink and got chatting to this slightly swaying, grizzled looking, Irish fellah (Broad Irish accent). Apparently he'd got insanely drunk the previous night in his hometown on the east coast of Ireland, and, attempting to stagger back home, was overcome with exhaustion as he staggered past the local docks.
Being an enterprising chap, he decided to take a quick nap, under a tarpaulin to get a bit of shelter from the cold wind, in the nearest boat. Sure enough, he wakes up the next morning in bonnie Scotchland, and makes his way to the pub, where we met him, and he told us his, quite believable, tale. Might still be there, who knows, but I was impressed at how he took it all in his stride.
( , Wed 5 Dec 2007, 13:24, Reply)
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