Compulsive Liar

Bud Frosty

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I know a guy who has experienced everything and if you don't believe me, just ask him. He used to come over and smoke my weed while jackin his gums about some insane thing that happened to him or somebody's ass he had kicked or one of the million things he had done.
One evening after listening to about 2 hrs of rambling bullshit, I suggested he try something he obviously had never been successful at: Suicide. My wife thought I was a bit harsh but, I haven't seen him since.
Maybe he took me up on it.
 

BackDoorMan

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I know a guy who has experienced everything and if you don't believe me, just ask him. He used to come over and smoke my weed while jackin his gums about some insane thing that happened to him or somebody's ass he had kicked or one of the million things he had done.
One evening after listening to about 2 hrs of rambling bullshit, I suggested he try something he obviously had never been successful at: Suicide. My wife thought I was a bit harsh but, I haven't seen him since.
Maybe he took me up on it.

yeah.. my old weed dealer's the same.. always trying to tell you about this shit that happened to him and it's like dude, just tell teh fuckin story that happened.. I seen bloodsport.. that shit was in the movie..

He'd start off, telling a very plausable and actually true story that was pretty interesting.. not a memorable story.. but his story none the less.. and then he'd pause for a minute, and you could see the wheels churning up the bullshit..

Next thing you know, this story went from him selling a bag of weed, to him bangin three chicks, getting into a fight with their boyfriends, getting in a car chase with the police..

And the whole time you're thinking "what tha fuck.." because thats all you can do.. is think what tha fuck
 

Bud Frosty

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yeah.. my old weed dealer's the same.. always trying to tell you about this shit that happened to him and it's like dude, just tell teh fuckin story that happened.. I seen bloodsport.. that shit was in the movie..

He'd start off, telling a very plausable and actually true story that was pretty interesting.. not a memorable story.. but his story none the less.. and then he'd pause for a minute, and you could see the wheels churning up the bullshit..

Next thing you know, this story went from him selling a bag of weed, to him bangin three chicks, getting into a fight with their boyfriends, getting in a car chase with the police..

And the whole time you're thinking "what tha fuck.." because thats all you can do.. is think what tha fuck
Lol.
It's the same guy!
He banged 3 chicks after fixing their car at a convenience store. (of course they were from out of state, trying to get home)
 

BackDoorMan

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I cant stand people who lie.. period.. I feel like if you're gonna lie to me, I cant trust you... not in my house alone.. not with the people i care abot.. and certinatley not with my life.. and in this line of business.. thats pretty much what it boils down to... I just hate a fuckin liar
 

misshestermoffitt

New Member
I didn't beat anyone with anything.

I think it's fun to watch a liar defend their lie at all costs.

Tell me, what was to be gained by the smoking in class and blowing it out right by the teacher story? This isn't high school, who is impressed by that?

I'm personally offended by it, maybe some students actually want to learn. If a person is so uninterested in getting an education that they're going to disrespect an entire room full of people, why don't they just quit?

Just the nature of the lie speaks of the character of the liar.




It's one thing to call someone on a lie...it's another to beat them to death with it. S'all I'm sayin'!
 

BackDoorMan

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Lol.
It's the same guy!
He banged 3 chicks after fixing their car at a convenience store. (of course they were from out of state, trying to get home)

oh no.. it's worse than that.. this story starts with him smokin a blunt at some festival like the crawlfish boil or some shit, and he gets this one chic high who invites him back to her room where two other equally hot chicks are.. keep in mind this dude doesnt bath, doesnt brush his teeth, and I don;t think he even knows deoderant has been invinted.. and then while he's banging 'em, or after.. depending on what time you're hearing this story.. the girls boyfriends.. plural.. not singular.. boyFRIENDS come in, and he talks shit of course about like "well if you did it right and handled your business I wouldnt have to" type thing...

all teh while i'm looking at his ole lady like "those must've been the three most disapointted women in the world at the time, and both of us are thinking "nigga you cant handle the business of one man, much-less three.."

Then security comes and he runs from them, does some meth and snorts some coke with a stripper, some how the cops come looking for him, he jumps in his car.. which ranges from a blue firebird, to a chevelle.. and runs from the cops, and of course it's all this fast and furious bullshit, almost need for speed like.. and when he realises he cant get away, he starts doin donuts while snorting the meth he had.. and it's like..

Dude.. no... none of that happened.. maybe you had a bag of weed at a concert.. but thats about the extint of it... i'm gettin your woman off better with one finger than you have in the three years combined.. don;t fuckin lie to me.. if you wouldnt have trapped her ass, she woulda done been gone.. there's a reason all the women you sleep with are gone or fuckin your friends.. cause you shit, you aint never been shit, and you aint never gonna be shit
 

joker152

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go find the "what do you pay for a dime sac" thread and you will find some serious bs on the first post, dude was like "what do you get a dime bag of dank ass bud for? i get 7 grams for 10 bucks in texas, thats the going rate around here" im just like ya right man, i have spent some time with my cusins in the dallas area and have met quite a few people around there and that is far from the going rate for any kind of bud down there. this kid i used to hang out with told some tall ass tales on a daily basis, shit like "man i got pulled over doin 110 on my yamaha", sad part about it was when he totally bailed on my buddy and we were throwing out his shit we found alot of shit like traffic tickets that backed up many storys we had long pawned off as utter bs
 

[Lucas]

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oh no.. it's worse than that.. this story starts with him smokin a blunt at some festival like the crawlfish boil or some shit, and he gets this one chic high who invites him back to her room where two other equally hot chicks are.. keep in mind this dude doesnt bath, doesnt brush his teeth, and I don;t think he even knows deoderant has been invinted.. and then while he's banging 'em, or after.. depending on what time you're hearing this story.. the girls boyfriends.. plural.. not singular.. boyFRIENDS come in, and he talks shit of course about like "well if you did it right and handled your business I wouldnt have to" type thing...

all teh while i'm looking at his ole lady like "those must've been the three most disapointted women in the world at the time, and both of us are thinking "nigga you cant handle the business of one man, much-less three.."

Then security comes and he runs from them, does some meth and snorts some coke with a stripper, some how the cops come looking for him, he jumps in his car.. which ranges from a blue firebird, to a chevelle.. and runs from the cops, and of course it's all this fast and furious bullshit, almost need for speed like.. and when he realises he cant get away, he starts doin donuts while snorting the meth he had.. and it's like..

Dude.. no... none of that happened.. maybe you had a bag of weed at a concert.. but thats about the extint of it... i'm gettin your woman off better with one finger than you have in the three years combined.. don;t fuckin lie to me.. if you wouldnt have trapped her ass, she woulda done been gone.. there's a reason all the women you sleep with are gone or fuckin your friends.. cause you shit, you aint never been shit, and you aint never gonna be shit
Haaaaaaaaa.
 

CanadianCoyote

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I didn't beat anyone with anything.

I think it's fun to watch a liar defend their lie at all costs.

Tell me, what was to be gained by the smoking in class and blowing it out right by the teacher story? This isn't high school, who is impressed by that?

I'm personally offended by it, maybe some students actually want to learn. If a person is so uninterested in getting an education that they're going to disrespect an entire room full of people, why don't they just quit?

Just the nature of the lie speaks of the character of the liar.
Which is all they need to hang 'emselves. I can understand callin' people on their shit, but there comes a point when you've gotta let it all go.

A lie can tell you more about a person than spending hours of time with 'em otherwise, I agree.
 

CanadianCoyote

Well-Known Member
oh no.. it's worse than that.. this story starts with him smokin a blunt at some festival like the crawlfish boil or some shit, and he gets this one chic high who invites him back to her room where two other equally hot chicks are.. keep in mind this dude doesnt bath, doesnt brush his teeth, and I don;t think he even knows deoderant has been invinted.. and then while he's banging 'em, or after.. depending on what time you're hearing this story.. the girls boyfriends.. plural.. not singular.. boyFRIENDS come in, and he talks shit of course about like "well if you did it right and handled your business I wouldnt have to" type thing...

all teh while i'm looking at his ole lady like "those must've been the three most disapointted women in the world at the time, and both of us are thinking "nigga you cant handle the business of one man, much-less three.."

Then security comes and he runs from them, does some meth and snorts some coke with a stripper, some how the cops come looking for him, he jumps in his car.. which ranges from a blue firebird, to a chevelle.. and runs from the cops, and of course it's all this fast and furious bullshit, almost need for speed like.. and when he realises he cant get away, he starts doin donuts while snorting the meth he had.. and it's like..

Dude.. no... none of that happened.. maybe you had a bag of weed at a concert.. but thats about the extint of it... i'm gettin your woman off better with one finger than you have in the three years combined.. don;t fuckin lie to me.. if you wouldnt have trapped her ass, she woulda done been gone.. there's a reason all the women you sleep with are gone or fuckin your friends.. cause you shit, you aint never been shit, and you aint never gonna be shit
Why is it when guys tell stories of that sort that it's always THREE chicks? Wouldn't two be exciting enough? And other the other side of that... why not MORE than three? Does three seem the most believable number...?

It's like when someone gets pulled over for drunk driving and when they're asked how many drinks they've had. XD
 

aba

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go find the "what do you pay for a dime sac" thread and you will find some serious bs on the first post, dude was like "what do you get a dime bag of dank ass bud for? i get 7 grams for 10 bucks in texas, thats the going rate around here" im just like ya right man, i have spent some time with my cusins in the dallas area and have met quite a few people around there and that is far from the going rate for any kind of bud down there. this kid i used to hang out with told some tall ass tales on a daily basis, shit like "man i got pulled over doin 110 on my yamaha", sad part about it was when he totally bailed on my buddy and we were throwing out his shit we found alot of shit like traffic tickets that backed up many storys we had long pawned off as utter bs
ahah 7 grams for 10 bucks you can't even find Schwagg at that price it would be like 3-4 grams of Schwagg at the very most.
 
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