Lies that got out of control
Ever claimed you could speak a foreign language to impress friends, colleagues and/or get laid? Make a twat of yourself - and I couldn't possibly comment - saying you were the godson of the chairman of BP? Tell us how your porkies have caught up with you
(Thanks to augsav and Sandettie Light Vessel Automatic for the suggestions)
( , Thu 12 Aug 2010, 13:03)
Ever claimed you could speak a foreign language to impress friends, colleagues and/or get laid? Make a twat of yourself - and I couldn't possibly comment - saying you were the godson of the chairman of BP? Tell us how your porkies have caught up with you
(Thanks to augsav and Sandettie Light Vessel Automatic for the suggestions)
( , Thu 12 Aug 2010, 13:03)
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Giving a false statement to the cops and insurance fraud
Back when I was 18 I was still living with my mum so I spent a lot of time hanging out at my friend's flat after school. One friday afternoon I hung out for a few hours, leaving my bag outside on a couch. When I went to leave, it had been stolen. I don't remember exactly what I had in there, but I remember that I lost a decent jacket, a discman and a whole bunch of CDs.
Now here's where the lies begin. Rather than fess up that I was an idiot when I got home, I instead told Mum that I'd been mugged by a couple of dudes. She then insisted on taking me to the cop shop, where I spent about an hour talking to a policeman who wrote down every word of the bullshit I spewed forth. I nearly lost it when he told me that they had surveillance cameras in the area in which I told them I'd been mugged, but, somehow, my lie didn't fall through.
Nothing ever came of it of course, although Mum, seeing an opportunity, told me to say I had a digital camera in there too so she could claim it on the insurance (this was back when they cost at least a grand or so cuz they were fairly new). In a further miracle, we somehow got away with this, even though I didn't have a box or a charger or anything.
I still feel guilty about this sometimes.
( , Fri 13 Aug 2010, 8:08, Reply)
Back when I was 18 I was still living with my mum so I spent a lot of time hanging out at my friend's flat after school. One friday afternoon I hung out for a few hours, leaving my bag outside on a couch. When I went to leave, it had been stolen. I don't remember exactly what I had in there, but I remember that I lost a decent jacket, a discman and a whole bunch of CDs.
Now here's where the lies begin. Rather than fess up that I was an idiot when I got home, I instead told Mum that I'd been mugged by a couple of dudes. She then insisted on taking me to the cop shop, where I spent about an hour talking to a policeman who wrote down every word of the bullshit I spewed forth. I nearly lost it when he told me that they had surveillance cameras in the area in which I told them I'd been mugged, but, somehow, my lie didn't fall through.
Nothing ever came of it of course, although Mum, seeing an opportunity, told me to say I had a digital camera in there too so she could claim it on the insurance (this was back when they cost at least a grand or so cuz they were fairly new). In a further miracle, we somehow got away with this, even though I didn't have a box or a charger or anything.
I still feel guilty about this sometimes.
( , Fri 13 Aug 2010, 8:08, Reply)
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