Dude I had classes with in college was a pathological liar. 95% of his stories were all bull I don't even understand why people lie like that. He failed a lot of his classes and didn't come back for like two semesters and of course he lied about why he wasn't at school. So I see him on campus one day this dude told me he got offered a job in Hawaii making 100k. Fast forward 2 months after I graduated he asked me where I was working and said he was thinking about applying at my job to see how he liked it smh
Dude I went to college with went to the same hs as me and told me he was a startin pg for varsity since his freshman year and that Virginia tech (or boston college i don't remember which) offered him a scholly but he ain't wanna go away homesick type stuff
I look up his numbers online and dude was on the team senior year and didn't even play
This one kid i hated in high school would talk about 2 things : working out and lies
Dude came through to the bus stop freshmen year and said his dad died . A couple months later dude is talking about his dad and what they did over the weekend.
Same year he tells all of us his he sold his world of warcraft account for 15k.
Dude I went to college with went to the same hs as me and told me he was a startin pg for varsity since his freshman year and that Virginia tech (or boston college i don't remember which) offered him a scholly but he ain't wanna go away homesick type stuff
I look up his numbers online and dude was on the team senior year and didn't even play
The fact you had to look him up shows he wasn't all that. Even if you guys weren't in the same graduating class, his legacy would have been evident at the school.
This one kid i hated in high school would talk about 2 things : working out and lies
Dude came through to the bus stop freshmen year and said his dad died . A couple months later dude is talking about his dad and what they did over the weekend.
Same year he tells all of us his he sold his world of warcraft account for 15k.
When I was 7 or 8 I was on a trip to Canada with my family. We stopped in this sports memorabilia shop and I saw a single baseball card in the glass display that I really wanted. I was ready to cop right there except all my cash was back at home in my oversized plastic Coca-Cola bottle. I begged my parents to buy me the card, but they wouldn't budge. I was devastated. Poverty is no disgrace, but it is damned annoying. Later that day my parents took my sister and I to a public park to play on the playground. I was sulking on a park bench next to my parents while my sister played on the playground like a normal kid. All I could think about was this baseball card and how it eluded me. While looking down with despair into the playground birch chips, suddenly, hope emerged. I found a coin, then another, and another! I told my parents, "if I find enough change, I can go back and buy the baseball card!" They replied, "Sure, if you find enough we can go back." I continued to scour the birch chirps for any spare change I could find...and boy, I was doing well. There was spare change everywhere! I was collecting coins like Sonic collects rings in the Green Hill Zone. I was almost there, just needed to find a few more coins. However, I couldn't find any more coins. My sister became tired of the playground and asked my parents to leave. I insisted that we STAY. My parents said we had to leave. Like a bum three nickels short of an Olde English, my desperation grew. I found a couple more coins on the ground walking back to my parents car, but it wasn't enough. I never got that baseball card.
Years later, I recounted the story to my parents. My father burst out in laughter,
"We were throwing our spare change on the ground for you to find when you weren't looking. We weren't going to take you back to buy that card though." It was all a joke to them, one big lie
When I was 7 or 8 I was on a trip to Canada with my family. We stopped in this sports memorabilia shop and I saw a single baseball card in the glass display that I really wanted. I was ready to cop right there except all my cash was back at home in my oversized plastic Coca-Cola bottle. I begged my parents to buy me the card, but they wouldn't budge. I was devastated. Poverty is no disgrace, but it is damned annoying. Later that day my parents took my sister and I to a public park to play on the playground. I was sulking on a park bench next to my parents while my sister played on the playground like a normal kid. All I could think about was this baseball card and how it eluded me. While looking down with despair into the playground birch chips, suddenly, hope emerged. I found a coin, then another, and another! I told my parents, "if I find enough change, I can go back and buy the baseball card!" They replied, "Sure, if you find enough we can go back." I continued to scour the birch chirps for any spare change I could find...and boy, I was doing well. There was spare change everywhere! I was collecting coins like Sonic collects rings in the Green Hill Zone. I was almost there, just needed to find a few more coins. However, I couldn't find any more coins. My sister became tired of the playground and asked my parents to leave. I insisted that we STAY. My parents said we had to leave. Like a bum three nickels short of an Olde English, my desperation grew. I found a couple more coins on the ground walking back to my parents car, but it wasn't enough. I never got that baseball card.
Years later, I recounted the story to my parents. My father burst out in laughter,
"We were throwing our spare change on the ground for you to find when you weren't looking. We weren't going to take you back to buy that card though." It was all a joke to them, one big lie
