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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I don't know if we were funny or just fucked up.
I was in a weird place in my life, had a fucked up fiancee with whom I stayed at her digs at college. (I had dreads, so imitating a student waasn't all that hard.)
One of her housemates was Norwegian, (Ida, pronounced EEda*) lovely girl I stayed friends with for many years. But when we first met, I played up big time with her naievity (spl). Thus shortbread became longbread and so on. The only other chap in the house was John. We spent most of our time playing pool or raiding the local industrial estates for skip booty.
One day we came up trumps, and came back with a huge haul of electrical wonders, frequency generators, a giant machine of dials and wheels that would have looked at home on any manifestation of the USS Enterprise. We salvaged many marvelous parts, a lot of which went into making the most realistic ufo I've ever created. Flashing and spinning, the lot, but I digress.
We piled up a load of ominous looking parts outside Ida's room, to tell her when she came back we were going to set up a pirate radio station in her room as it was the highest and would give best reception to the other students.
She was rather upset, but when she found out she could be a DJ in her own room we had more leeway. As we created this faux desk for her, the lie continued, now she was even telling friends of our new venture.
As memory serves, we ended up making up some crap about not being able to get it working, thus the lie went to bed for ever.
*Not as good as her pronunciation of zoo animals which I much prefer to the originals; Hippa-pot-tarmus being my favorite.
Oh dear, I seem to have exeeded my word count. Sorry if I dragged you through the stream of consciousness a bit there. You probably had to be there etc.
( , Fri 13 Aug 2010, 11:06, 2 replies)
I was in a weird place in my life, had a fucked up fiancee with whom I stayed at her digs at college. (I had dreads, so imitating a student waasn't all that hard.)
One of her housemates was Norwegian, (Ida, pronounced EEda*) lovely girl I stayed friends with for many years. But when we first met, I played up big time with her naievity (spl). Thus shortbread became longbread and so on. The only other chap in the house was John. We spent most of our time playing pool or raiding the local industrial estates for skip booty.
One day we came up trumps, and came back with a huge haul of electrical wonders, frequency generators, a giant machine of dials and wheels that would have looked at home on any manifestation of the USS Enterprise. We salvaged many marvelous parts, a lot of which went into making the most realistic ufo I've ever created. Flashing and spinning, the lot, but I digress.
We piled up a load of ominous looking parts outside Ida's room, to tell her when she came back we were going to set up a pirate radio station in her room as it was the highest and would give best reception to the other students.
She was rather upset, but when she found out she could be a DJ in her own room we had more leeway. As we created this faux desk for her, the lie continued, now she was even telling friends of our new venture.
As memory serves, we ended up making up some crap about not being able to get it working, thus the lie went to bed for ever.
*Not as good as her pronunciation of zoo animals which I much prefer to the originals; Hippa-pot-tarmus being my favorite.
Oh dear, I seem to have exeeded my word count. Sorry if I dragged you through the stream of consciousness a bit there. You probably had to be there etc.
( , Fri 13 Aug 2010, 11:06, 2 replies)
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