I’m so tired of sitting at home broke though.

You are so good with all the kitties. They’re very luck to have you caring for them.

I’m not sure whether I’ll feel up to it, but I can’t deny the thought of it is satisfying...

Please tell me I’m not the first one to pop in entirely to note the curmudgeonly irony of the dude whose first notworthy work as director was A TV MOVIE (Duel, 1971) bitching about movies being watched outside ~the cinema~?

Having just last month been unceremoniously, very unexpectedly, and without any prior discussion fired for something a manager misinterpreted, sat on for a week without speaking to me about it, and then just given my walking papers with no actual opportunity to defend myself — after nearly 4 years of me doing a hell…

Right? It’s crazy, but something about the lengths sociopathic people can travel purely based on bonkers lying will always fascinate me, I guess.

Right!? He told me what happened after we got to know each other a bit and I asked why he only ever used cash. He’s the sweetest guy, too, he just had rotten luck out of nowhere with a freak infection, and now... this. Insane.

An old roommate of mine ended up in the ER for a week years back with a mysterious, but quite serious, stomach and intestinal issue. It took that long for him to be diagnosed and to start any kind of treatment, and about a month at home to recover. It was a fluke, freak infection that he’d done nothing to invite upon…

I’ve been sitting on a copy of this one for a while, but I think I have to finally read it. I love stuff like this, about insane liars who somehow get away with ridiculous amounts of shit. (See also: The Man in the Rockefeller Suit and Blood Will Out, both about a dude who lied about being a Rockefeller for like 30…

THANK YOUUUUU

I was quite young at the time (I would’ve been 6, going on 7), but I still remember really liking what my grade school did for my 2nd grade teacher after she came back from maternity leave: they hired her essentially a substitute to co-teach with her, and for the rest of the year, I just had two teachers. The one had…

Oh wow, thank you! That’s a really sweet thing to say, I’m flattered. :)

That was a Trump-level amount of what looked a lot more like a bad spray tan than anything, yikes.

Haha, thank you! I still kind of can’t believe it worked.

Aw, thank you for the extra love for Buster! He is a special boy and he appreciates it. I love his little white fur bits, too! He has a few really random few white hairs on his back, and on his head, and on his li’l bib/chest area, and then of course that little tuft on his belly.

Aw, thank her for me! Look at those beautiful green eyes!

Yeah, I always use my debit card, including to pay for gas (when I don’t have cash), but I bank with a credit union.

Second post, but this is something I have never seen the like of since, and I know I’ll never forget it, even if it wasn’t my lie.

Your story absolutely inspired me to share mine in this thread, and it also really made me laugh, so thank you for both of those things.

I’m late to this, and this answer is nerdy as hell, but I actually have one for this! Mine wasn’t so much complicated, or even an outright lie, though; more that I was both shocked and proud that I pulled off a sort of academic grift, given the circumstances.