Trouble is, people who don't know the liar are taken in by them.
I work with a bloke who's done a bit of Kung Poo or something. He reckons that his physical fitness and martial arts prowess make his body a Deadly Weapon, to the extent that if he were in a fight he'd be charged with a special category of assault all of his own because he'd wreak such damage on even the strongest man.

This is his favourite story. He has many others - saving other holidaymakers' lives when their boat sank, giving minor royals the kiss of life, the usual sort of thing.

As we have a high staff turnover there's usually some new face for him to impress for a bit. They soon get wise to him. He is fat and lives with his parents, and he cried when a workmate played a cushion-over-the-door type prank on him.

When he starts telling me a load of rubbish I just turn my back and walk away, and he follows me, trying to finish the story, giving up only when duty calls or I walk into the Ladies'. He is never offended by this behaviour. Strange.
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Sun 8 Jun 2014, 16:12, 1 reply)

Funnily enough, I also know one like that...
.. whose training was so deadly that in any altercation he didn't dare react because even the lifting of a finger was enough to kill. Also that he was licensed by the government, whose retribution would be swift and deadly were he to demonstrate his knowledge to the public at large. A win-win, as far as he was concerned, given that the biggest trap these people fall into is when they're called on to either prove or demonstrate their lies.

Eventually I came to the conclusion that his preferred style of porn starred Bruce Lee.
(zebideedoodah likes florence but prefers venice, Sun 8 Jun 2014, 19:06, closed)