Was driving around one night with a couple of friends, one of whom we knew to be a pathological liar, as well as her boyfriend. I rolled down my window and lit up a cigarette. A couple minutes later, she starts making gasping noises and her sad, puppy dog of a boyfriend says “Oh guys, she is allergic to smoke and her lungs are closing up.” Knowing she was just looking for the attention, I decided to call her bluff. So I turned the car around and said “Oh my god! Well we need to get her to the hospital then!”
She and her boyfriend started whispering and sure enough, not 30 seconds later, he tells us that its not that bad, that we don’t need to go to the hospital. Instead he asks if we can go to the store, because she needs cheese to help open her lungs back up. Cheese.
A couple years ago, I had a friend at school who’s father managed hedge funds or something, and so was quite rich. One girl in my year asked him, “Do you live in Beverly Hills?” as she had overheard us being sarcastic. We told her he did, which she accepted, until she realised that our school was in England. So then we told her that he flew in every morning on a private jet, and back every evening. I had to leave at this point, but he claims that she kept on believing everything he said for the next ten minutes.
My old landlord once told me that he swam across the atlantic. On his way a shark bit his little finger off, he later secured it with sticky tape.
A guy told me he owned a 1999 Nissan Skyline but he never drives it to work. I mean you know he could afford the car, maintenance, and all the expensive registration and import fees required for it with his minimum wage pay being a cashier at Kroger. He ended up getting fired for stealing out of the till.