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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I have managed to father two kids,
which would suggests otherwise.
( , Sun 11 Mar 2012, 0:05, closed)
which would suggests otherwise.
( , Sun 11 Mar 2012, 0:05, closed)
How about straight from the sauce -
"Drycleaners will get that out easily."
or
"Does this cigar taste funny to you?"
( , Sat 10 Mar 2012, 23:13, closed)
"Drycleaners will get that out easily."
or
"Does this cigar taste funny to you?"
( , Sat 10 Mar 2012, 23:13, closed)
I was in the states while all this was going on
At that time, cigar smoking was fashionable (surprisingly, given the way Californians look at cigarettes). So naturally I photoshopped up a cover of the well-known "Cigar Aficionado" magazine, using a pic of Monica Lewinsky.
Turns out that my work colleagues didn't have the same sense of humour as me. It got shocked disapproval.
I'm glad to be back in the UK, for that reason at least...
( , Mon 12 Mar 2012, 11:20, closed)
At that time, cigar smoking was fashionable (surprisingly, given the way Californians look at cigarettes). So naturally I photoshopped up a cover of the well-known "Cigar Aficionado" magazine, using a pic of Monica Lewinsky.
Turns out that my work colleagues didn't have the same sense of humour as me. It got shocked disapproval.
I'm glad to be back in the UK, for that reason at least...
( , Mon 12 Mar 2012, 11:20, closed)
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