This is a question of the Traitors application form which I’ve turned into a thread idea
Nice try, narc
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Great thread idea!
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I meant thread
In my first job someone asked where is my coat, I said I didn’t have one, I meant with me but they started saying they are sure they had seen me with a coat before, for some reason I doubled down and said I didn’t have a coat, and I never brought my coat with me again
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I’ve had some of them removed now though so it’s no longer a lie
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Absolutely no chance
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Come on it’s Friday and we’re all friends here
That it wasn’t my fart spray. and nope, didn’t get away with it.
I agreed when my colleague, confusing me with someone else, said that I’d moved out of my flat and town and then asked where I was now. I randomly chose a town on the other side of Manchester, but then I realised he lived in the same town as me that I never left and I had to go into full hermit mode hoping I’d never bump into him there.
Find it so excruciating to point out someone being wrong that I live a life of lies.
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Copied my sister’s Religious Studies GCSE coursework, passed it off as my own. Got found out, thought I was going to get expelled, but because it was RS and the teacher was a Christian I got forgiven and given an extension.
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Funkhouser isn’t my real name.
Probably one of the lies I told myself. Not sure what getting away with it would look like in that situation
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My real name is Fuckhouse
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Is it still Tymm?
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Shhh yes!
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when I was 11 I told my sisters (aged 9, 7 and 7) who I fancied and therefore it became a big thing
I got fed up with it so told them I fancied someone else, called Julie, which then became a big thing
after what felt like a long time, but may have only been a couple of months, I told them Julie did not exist
then they stopped asking about who I fancied, worked out well
so I got away with it but did later admit it
can’t remember any other times I’ve lied
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told the kids the ice cream van song was to say they had ran out of ice creams. worked for a while. may bring it back for the new one.
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Between the ages of 18 and 20 I pretended to my parents that I had enrolled in college and was doing A Levels, because my dad was trying to force me to join the Navy. I was actually working an awful job and drinking heavily and too depressed to consider doing anything with my life at all. I lived with them for most of this period so I would forge and print college letters and exam results that showed I was doing really well. It was a huge and elaborate lie and I felt awful about doing it but I was also really scared of them. I’ve never told them about it, and to this day my mum is so bemused about why I went off to work in a call centre for 5 years after getting 3 Bs at A Level instead of following that up, although she doesn’t bring it up since I started doing something with my life she considers respectable. Don’t think I can ever tell them, I’m a bit shocked at myself for that level of duplicity, I was not in a good place.
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