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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apparently a dog had shat in our garden.
This seems to be my fault somehow, the missus is so fucking angry. Still not talking to me this morning.
(, Wed 14 Mar 2012, 9:32, 3 replies)
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