Lies that went on too long
When you lie you often have to keep lying. Share your pain. When I was 15 I pretended to be 16 to help get a summer job. Then had to spend a summer with this nice shopkeeper asking me everyday if I was excited about getting my GCSE results. I felt like an utter shit. Thanks to MerseyMal for the suggestion.
( , Thu 8 Mar 2012, 21:57)
When you lie you often have to keep lying. Share your pain. When I was 15 I pretended to be 16 to help get a summer job. Then had to spend a summer with this nice shopkeeper asking me everyday if I was excited about getting my GCSE results. I felt like an utter shit. Thanks to MerseyMal for the suggestion.
( , Thu 8 Mar 2012, 21:57)
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fame and driving in los angeles
earlier in my student days, one year i went to the states sans green card, and i took a job as a messenger boy/delivery man for a snooty company that worked around the more affluent areas of the city and had the contracts for the more secure deliveries. i’ll never forget the time we screwed up a major order for a cooker that just had to be there on time for the lead singer of the group no doubt (yes, platinum blond her). i remember her manager screaming down the phone threatening to sue and all sorts of shit because of the delay but in the end we appeased him by promising to bung him a free one, cheap cunt, but unfortunately no matter what the arrival would be delayed a few weeks, and this being the end of june, we gave them the next month as a delivery date.
now the same day i also had to take an important expensive as fuck parcel to a certain no facial expressions Cher, who (not a well known fact) has a huge and priceless badge and brooch collection and was waiting on the delivery of a 1960 rarity from tennessee or some shit like that.
now you may or may not know that these mansions have a common tradesman's entrance round the back (chortle), and you can imagine my amazement at pulling up, getting out of the van with the receipts for the cooker and the badges and getting a full on view of ms stefani, fully stretched out as naked as the day she fell from her mommy's chute, sunbathing shamelessly in her back garden, just as ex mrs bono came out onto her rear porch.
i'll never forget those first few words that i delivered to these rich and famous wenches, etched invisible in the air for all eternity.
gwen. july. your oven. have two. keep lying.
cher, your pin.
( , Sat 10 Mar 2012, 8:37, 13 replies)
earlier in my student days, one year i went to the states sans green card, and i took a job as a messenger boy/delivery man for a snooty company that worked around the more affluent areas of the city and had the contracts for the more secure deliveries. i’ll never forget the time we screwed up a major order for a cooker that just had to be there on time for the lead singer of the group no doubt (yes, platinum blond her). i remember her manager screaming down the phone threatening to sue and all sorts of shit because of the delay but in the end we appeased him by promising to bung him a free one, cheap cunt, but unfortunately no matter what the arrival would be delayed a few weeks, and this being the end of june, we gave them the next month as a delivery date.
now the same day i also had to take an important expensive as fuck parcel to a certain no facial expressions Cher, who (not a well known fact) has a huge and priceless badge and brooch collection and was waiting on the delivery of a 1960 rarity from tennessee or some shit like that.
now you may or may not know that these mansions have a common tradesman's entrance round the back (chortle), and you can imagine my amazement at pulling up, getting out of the van with the receipts for the cooker and the badges and getting a full on view of ms stefani, fully stretched out as naked as the day she fell from her mommy's chute, sunbathing shamelessly in her back garden, just as ex mrs bono came out onto her rear porch.
i'll never forget those first few words that i delivered to these rich and famous wenches, etched invisible in the air for all eternity.
gwen. july. your oven. have two. keep lying.
cher, your pin.
( , Sat 10 Mar 2012, 8:37, 13 replies)
No word of a lie, I genuinely liked it.
I don't even dislike your original post. Scout's honour.
( , Sat 10 Mar 2012, 21:10, closed)
I don't even dislike your original post. Scout's honour.
( , Sat 10 Mar 2012, 21:10, closed)
Cool story bro, I heard that her pet dragon used to attack delivery people though.
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