Pathological Liars
Friz writes, "I recently busted my mate who claimed to have 'supported the Kaiser Chiefs in 2001' by gently mentioning that they weren't even called that back then."
Some people seem to lead complete fantasy lives with lies stacked on lies stacked on more lies. Tell us about the ones you've met.
BTW, if any of you want to admit to making up all your QOTW stories, now would be a good time to do it.
( , Thu 29 Nov 2007, 12:17)
Friz writes, "I recently busted my mate who claimed to have 'supported the Kaiser Chiefs in 2001' by gently mentioning that they weren't even called that back then."
Some people seem to lead complete fantasy lives with lies stacked on lies stacked on more lies. Tell us about the ones you've met.
BTW, if any of you want to admit to making up all your QOTW stories, now would be a good time to do it.
( , Thu 29 Nov 2007, 12:17)
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Seats on the Tube
First some background.
A few years ago, I came off my motorbike and ripped a chunk out of my knee. All superficial damage, but it left a rather nasty scar.
For the strong of stomach, here's a before picture before they stitched it up.
www.theedgeofmadness.com/before.jpg
And an after
www.theedgeofmadness.com/after.jpg
(If anyone is really desperate I can take a 5 year after picture sometime this weekend. It's just a 15 inch long, 2 inch wide curving scar on my knee).
Now it's purely cosmetic, itches slightly sometimes, but no damage to the knee at all. I'm in no pain, can stand, walk run etc 100% fine.
Anyway, I hate standing on the tube. And when I get on, I'll rush past anyone to sit down. (Well almost anyone, the extremely old (past 70), the pregnant and those on crutches I'll give up my seat).
So one day, I'm standing in my usual spot, and I see a middle aged woman getting ready to get on. And I can see it in her eyes, we're going to have a race here.
Get on the tube. There's a seat closer to me. The other woman goes for it. I beat her there by about 2 seconds.
She turns and stares at me. Then starts muttering under her breath. Now there is nothing physically wrong with this woman, she just ran for a seat. She's just as lazy as me.
Without saying a word, and with her staring at me and the other commuters glancing over, I roll up my jeans leg to reveal the nasty scar.
The woman starts to blush. And if I left it at that, it would have been enough. But I couldn't resist being a complete and utter cunt.
"I got that defending my country for ungrateful cows like you!"
(Note, the closest I have been to being in the army is Paintball, so I'm now being a lying bastard of the highest degree). Half the carriage now started to stare at this poor woman, who turned bright red, and bailed down to the next carriage at the next stop.
Yep I'm a lying bastard, but don't get in between me and a tube seat.
( , Thu 29 Nov 2007, 15:52, 6 replies)
First some background.
A few years ago, I came off my motorbike and ripped a chunk out of my knee. All superficial damage, but it left a rather nasty scar.
For the strong of stomach, here's a before picture before they stitched it up.
www.theedgeofmadness.com/before.jpg
And an after
www.theedgeofmadness.com/after.jpg
(If anyone is really desperate I can take a 5 year after picture sometime this weekend. It's just a 15 inch long, 2 inch wide curving scar on my knee).
Now it's purely cosmetic, itches slightly sometimes, but no damage to the knee at all. I'm in no pain, can stand, walk run etc 100% fine.
Anyway, I hate standing on the tube. And when I get on, I'll rush past anyone to sit down. (Well almost anyone, the extremely old (past 70), the pregnant and those on crutches I'll give up my seat).
So one day, I'm standing in my usual spot, and I see a middle aged woman getting ready to get on. And I can see it in her eyes, we're going to have a race here.
Get on the tube. There's a seat closer to me. The other woman goes for it. I beat her there by about 2 seconds.
She turns and stares at me. Then starts muttering under her breath. Now there is nothing physically wrong with this woman, she just ran for a seat. She's just as lazy as me.
Without saying a word, and with her staring at me and the other commuters glancing over, I roll up my jeans leg to reveal the nasty scar.
The woman starts to blush. And if I left it at that, it would have been enough. But I couldn't resist being a complete and utter cunt.
"I got that defending my country for ungrateful cows like you!"
(Note, the closest I have been to being in the army is Paintball, so I'm now being a lying bastard of the highest degree). Half the carriage now started to stare at this poor woman, who turned bright red, and bailed down to the next carriage at the next stop.
Yep I'm a lying bastard, but don't get in between me and a tube seat.
( , Thu 29 Nov 2007, 15:52, 6 replies)
Although I really like this story
I won't be clicking on your photo links.. I've just had a lovely pot of winter fruits muesli and yoghurt for breakfast, which I imagine looks rather similar.
( , Fri 30 Nov 2007, 9:52, closed)
I won't be clicking on your photo links.. I've just had a lovely pot of winter fruits muesli and yoghurt for breakfast, which I imagine looks rather similar.
( , Fri 30 Nov 2007, 9:52, closed)
This made me giggle
You were completely in the right to pile it on.*clicks*
( , Fri 30 Nov 2007, 14:59, closed)
You were completely in the right to pile it on.*clicks*
( , Fri 30 Nov 2007, 14:59, closed)
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