20+ True Stories That Show Lies Are Short Legs

Sometimes we lie to get out of an awkward situation; others stop deliberately to deceive someone and in some cases we just want to make a joke. But these seemingly sweet stories can take on another dimension and turn into a problem.

O awesome.club values ​​the humor of pranksters and has always had empathy for those caught in their own traps. We present here some stories told on the social network Reddit that show that lies can end badly.

While hanging a poster of Fight Club, my roommate asked me if I liked that movie. I replied yes. Over the next few years we had many conversations about this film. But the truth is I never watched the movie. After all, I was curious as to how long it would take him to discover the lie. I haven’t seen the movie yet, but I know the plot very well thanks to our many hours of debating it.

A coworker has a low voice and a strong accent. Once I couldn’t make out a word during a conversation, so I pointed it to my ear, suggesting I was deaf. Since then, when we’re talking, he’s always pronounced each word clearly, making sure I’m looking at him while we’re talking. It’s been a year now, and I have no idea how I’m going to tell him the truth.

When my daughter was two, she loved to decorate my clothes with little stickers. One day she glued one in the shape of a heart that apparently fell out during the day. When I went to pick her up from kindergarten, she noticed the absence and asked where she was. I didn’t want to disappoint her by saying that she had lost, so I invented that a bird had stolen my sticker🇧🇷 Now my daughter is four years old and afraid of birds that steal stickers.

When I was in college, my dad gave me a thousand dollars on the condition that I didn’t buy a motorcycle. But I bought a thousand-dollar motorcycle, had an accident with it, and broke my leg. It’s been 10 years and up Today I tell everyone that I broke my leg skateboarding.

At my job, I jokingly told my boss that I was Jewish and that I couldn’t eat what she had brought (bacon). I stayed in that job for a couple of years and she sent me and continues to send me postcards all over Chanukah (Jewish Festival of Lights). I was 16 at the time and now I’m 28! And every time she meets me in town at a store, she asks if her last postcard has arrived. Every time, I politely thank you.

I once asked my older brother what the ingredients for a hot dog were. He replied that on Fridays (at our school, hot dogs were served exactly at the end of the week), in the dining room they gathered up leftover food, grinding it all up to make sausages for the hot dog So it is; I believed that for four years! I still feel weird when I eat one.

On the first day of university, a girl approached and asked, “Oh, so you decided not to go to another university?” A little lost, she said no. We talked and quickly became good friends and Today she is my daughter’s godmother. I still couldn’t find the right moment to confess that on that first day of school she confused me with someone else and that our entire friendship could be based on a lie.

My dad has long believed I’m a playboy. He is always flattered by the idea that his son enjoys great success with women. Yet I’m almost 30 and I never dared approach a woman to ask her out. If my father finds out the real state of affairs, he may be disappointed, so I continue to keep his illusion alive.

In high school, I went out with a girl. I invited her to my house and suggested that she have a drink. I brought two huge cups of tea. She asked me why I didn’t use regular cups. In fact, those huge cups were closer, but I replied that I always drink tea in large cups. So for the next two years that I went out with her, I had to drink tea by myself in large cups. I hate them!

One of my best friends has a young son. The child seriously believe that my name is “Lord”. That joke was made by the father, not me. The boy is now six years old and my friend and I wonder when he will realize this little fraud.

For some unknown reason, I told a friend at university that I was colorblind. Now she always laughs at me about the fact that I can’t tell red from pink and often likes to point out objects of those colors. I created all of this just to look like the most original person in her life.

For several years I worked in a summer restaurant. We were often visited by a bald man with a beard who always greeted me and called me by name. I should have asked his name, but instead I preferred to pretend I knew him. Four years passed and our conversations evolved and to this day I don’t know the guy’s name.

I thought it would be fun to tell a girl at school that I had a twin. What I didn’t imagine was that she would fall in love with me and believe my every word. She still asks me how everything is going with him, even though she doesn’t know him—of course, after all, he doesn’t exist. Anyway, I say that he is married and lives in another country.

I once told my two-year-old that ketchup was produced by “ketchup birds” and confirmed that statement with a fantastic but well thought out story. Today my son is 17 years old and still talks about the “ketchup birds”. The boy, of course, knows the whole truth, but sometimes the joke goes on.

My seven-year-old daughter asked why my sister and I have such long names and my brother Sean such a short one. I told her that Sean is short for Seanhampthomson, and I asked my brother to continue the game. My daughter told this at school but the teacher didn’t believe it and even asked my daughter about it in front of me. So as not to embarrass my little girl, I said it was all true. My daughter is now 13 years old and I think with horror what it will be like when she finds out the truth.

I moved into Steve’s house three months into our relationship, simply because I lied to him that I had been kicked out of my apartment and that I had nowhere else to go. In truth, I I just really wanted to live with him.

When I met my future husband, he cracked a joke about blondes. Well, back then all women dyed their hair blonde. I got angry and said that was my natural color. I thought I would see this guy for the first and last time in my life… when we started living together, I was always dyeing my roots so he wouldn’t notice I wasn’t blonde. Today we have a son and I dye my hair an increasingly darker shade, similar to my natural color. My husband recently said, “Wow, how his hair has darkened since we met.”

We moved to a new place and I heard my new neighbor call me “Chris”. This is not my name, it has nothing to do with it. But, I don’t know why, I ended up approaching him and saying hello (since I wasn’t sure I heard him well). Then he called me Chris in front of my wife and she was surprised and didn’t correct. We became friends and all those six years I continued to be Chris to him. We moved out of that house, but every Christmas I get your postcards: “To Chris.”

My friend, a few months ago you went to a bar and thought that it would be fun to speak with a Portuguese accent to convince people that he was Portuguese. Poor, to this day he bumps into these people at the bar and is forced to keep the lie constantly alive. Some even became his friends. He adores them and would like to be honest with the guys, but nowadays he is unable to confess the truth.

Perhaps you, too, believed a story that started out as a joke. If so, share your experiences in the comments.