"Yeah, the BP chairman's my godfather, like"
Nope, I still don't know why I said it, but I just came out with it during economics class at school. I told people our family get free petrol as a result of this outrageous piece of good fortune, and - dammit - I was believed and the lie spun out of control for a good three or four years.

Then I was spotted at the local Texaco garage, filling up my clapped out Renault Four with petrol and paying genuine cash money for it. I should have known that one of my best friends had an evening job as a cashier...

God knows how I let it go that far, for the real truth is even better. My godfather was in the Gurkhas, and my christening gift was an actual, used-in-battle kukri knife. Which I lost. Honest.
( Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 13:12, 4 replies)

I thought you couldn't possibly comment?

(Falstaff's Spiritual Successor, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 13:23, closed)

That was a lie as well

( Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 13:48, closed)

Bullshit
your just ashamed of having the chairman of BP as your godfather
(NuffMuff fucks shrubbery, Thu 12 Aug 2010, 13:24, closed)

A friend of mine...
Is an archaeologist and took a uni class out with him on a fieldtrip. Uni bank card was only for fuel, but being out in the middle of nowhere in outback Australia, the roadhouse also sold beer. My mate asked him whether he could slip a few cartons onto the bill, but the lad wasn't having that. My mate had to tell disappointed students - no beer! One of the students piped up and said that he would fix it. About 20 mins later, roadhouse manager came out and asked how many cartons my mate would like. Turns out the student's dad managed Shell Australia, the roadhouse was using Shell and was probably the first time that the lad got a call from anyone like a big bossman. Drinks all round.
(boozehound is drinking your bar dry, Sun 15 Aug 2010, 5:51, closed)