Set |
Set wrote:My grandmother raised big cats for an animal park in Arkansas. I've bottle-fed baby lions, tigers and jaguars, and been bitten by a lion, a mountain lion and a black leopard (two of three of them being my own stupid fault).
I just saw this on Animal Planet. My guess is you did too. So unless your that kid, odds are your lieing.
But, I'm noticing a trend here. People are dropping there "Odd thing to happen to me as a kid" stories here, so I'm going against the grain and saying Turth.
Your second guess was correct. (I think I watched something on Animal Planet last year, but it was about Hyenas. I have a strange fascination with Hyenas...) Despite the novelty of the big cats (which are kinda smelly, and not so much fun to clean up after), I'm really, really happy to be nowhere near the farm.
Mothman |
Mothman wrote:When I was 15, my sister accidentally (I think) slammed the car door closed on my fingers – broke two of my fingers and had to have them in a splint. It was near the end of the year with year 10 exams coming up, and it was my right hand; they had to assign a year 9 kid to sit in the exams with me and write my answers down, an extremely frustrating experience.
Truth or lie?
I'd say Lie. I dont believe you made it to year 10 :p
Actually Id say Turth. Unless it was your brother who broke your fingers.
Twas a lie. A bit of a mishmash of different things that happened to different people.
Mothman |
Mothman wrote:A couple of years back I was at a black tie charity dinner for autistic children. After the event, this guy decided to start throwing punches at me during an argument over a taxi – so there’s two guys outside this charity thing, brawling in our dinner suits. He gave me a black eye, I gave him a bloody nose and split lip (and hopefully a nice cleaning bill for his suit).
Truth or lie?
Huh. Well, the five ranks in bluff and eight ranks in storytelling you have listed in your profile would seem to suggest "lie" is possible, but you also have two ranks in brawl in a time when many people have none, and you have some connection with architecture. Architects are unique individuals.
I'm going to pick truth.
Well spotted - the ranks in brawl came in handy that night, and in fact I got the tickets to the dinner through work, so there's the architecture connection.
All true (although the cleaning bill is conjecture).
R-type |
R-type wrote:I once got offered to be in a porn movie. Two days filming for £500.I'll say True. Similar thing happened to a friend of mine. (Well ... assuming they were telling me the truth).
R-type wrote:I once got offered to be in a porn movie. Two days filming for £500."Smack!"
I want to write so many things write now, wish I could. Sigh...I guess I'll go with false.
It's true! :D
Taliesin Hoyle |
I am going to write five things here.
I was a waiter at the Ritz. The chef was a mad Italian called Ciro Molinari. He once threw an arab out of the restaurant for not ordering food for his bodyguards. He said "You expect these men to take a bullet for you, and you won't feed them? get the @#$# out of my restaurant!"
My father was a mercenary in the sixties in the Congo. He was such a famously cold hearted bastard there that his name is still known to Congalese today.
My family were millionaires until the I.R.A stole our emeralds.
My ancestors were pirates off the coast of Scotland. They scuttled ships off the Hebrides.
My uncle was the astronomer royal of Great Britain, and was awarded a Nobel for his contributions to the theory of stellar fusion.
Ritz T F
Congo T F
Emerald T F
Pirates T F
Uncle T F
R-type |
R-type wrote:I once ate a small bowl of peat in Scotland.That...almost sounds true. I'm interested in the details, I guess you can eat seaweed so there's gotta be some way to eat peat.
Truth! Yeah my uncles family lived in the far north (near John o'Groast by a peat bog) and the folk about there used to eat it. High in iron, minerals and fiber apparently, lol!
Tasted um... earthy.
My Irish family eat seaweed they buy it in little bags from the shop, only they call it 'Dulce' or something -very salty.
Kruelaid |
Kruelaid wrote:Here's mine, I've got three:
I have been arrested in the People's Republic of China. False
I have been arrested in the United States of America. True
I have been arrested in Canada. True
Completely the opposite. I was arrested for illegal residence in China. A crime. Choose between the 1000 US dollar fine and the jail sentence. And hey, they let me back in!
I've come close in Canada.
Heathansson |
Heathansson wrote:R-type wrote:I once ate a small bowl of peat in Scotland.That...almost sounds true. I'm interested in the details, I guess you can eat seaweed so there's gotta be some way to eat peat.Truth! Yeah my uncles family lived in the far north (near John o'Groast by a peat bog) and the folk about there used to eat it. High in iron, minerals and fiber apparently, lol!
Tasted um... earthy.
My Irish family eat seaweed they buy it in little bags from the shop, only they call it 'Dulce' or something -very salty.
How's it prepared? And are there certain types to be eaten or not eaten?
I'm in the midst of a pbp where peat bogs figure prominently...
Mothman |
Inspired by Taliesin Hoyle’s post:
One of my ancestors was a convict on the First Fleet. Convicted for theft in merry old England and sentenced to Transportation. Was later pardoned by Governor Macquarie and granted a small plot of land in Balmain.
One of my ancestors was a Spanish monk. Joined the order to come to Australia, then skipped the monastery when he got here and knocked up a local girl.
One of my ancestors was a fighter pilot in the RAF during World War 2. Shot down at least two german planes.
One of my ancestors was a sailor in his youth – quit his job at age twenty and left on a round the world sailing trip on a small yacht with two other guys.
One of my ancestors was a camel man on the doomed Burke and Wills expedition. He died (or was possibly killed) at Lake Massacre.
Which are true, which are false?
Taliesin Hoyle |
Inspired by Taliesin Hoyle’s post:
One of my ancestors was a convict on the First Fleet. Convicted for theft in merry old England and sentenced to Transportation. Was later pardoned by Governor Macquarie and granted a small plot of land in Balmain. False. You know this sounds plausible, so red herringed it.
One of my ancestors was a Spanish monk. Joined the order to come to Australia, then skipped the monastery when he got here and knocked up a local girl. True. It is the sort of story that gets kept by a family.
One of my ancestors was a fighter pilot in the RAF during World War 2. Shot down at least two german planes.True? I had two uncles die as combatants in the war. I also lost eleven to the camps. (This is not an entry in the game.)
One of my ancestors was a sailor in his youth – quit his job at age twenty and left on a round the world sailing trip on a small yacht with two other guys. False. Small yachts are hell with other people.
One of my ancestors was a camel man on the doomed Burke and Wills expedition. He died (or was possibly killed) at Lake Massacre. True.
Which are true, which are false?
Heathansson |
My great grandfather saved his father from a mad bull with naught but a pitchfork. He left Norway to dodge out of the Norwegian naval draft.
Another of my great grandfathers got out of WWI with a case of the flu.
My great uncle got shot down over Rumania in WW II.
My grandfather caught a pike when he held up a pickerel and the pike jumped in the boat.
Tensor |
Truth or Lie?
I was at super bowl XXX in 1996. A group of us were out partying one night at the Player’s Party, and one of our group was the owner of another NFL football team not in the Super Bowl that year. We were all s%@$-faced drunk, and the owner of the NFL team suggested we all try to sneak beer out the front entrance, past security. (I guess it is the simple things that rich people enjoy.) I had a long sleeve jacket on, because it gets cold in Arizona at night, and carried out two bottles in each sleeve, and one bottle in the back waistband of my pants.
After all of us left the Player’s Party, making off with about 24 beers, myself and a bunch of millionaires proceeded to drive to another party drinking our beers the whole way – including the driver, who was also a millionaire.
mwbeeler |
mwbeeler wrote:False. You are into the metagame now.
True or False: My wife was offered $1500 for pictures of her feet.
Scarily enough, this one is true (she does have nice feet, but still, sheesh). She said she might have accepted if he had a studio, but he was just some creepy guy (note to creepy guys: buy a studio so you seem legit). A year or so later, I saw a blurb he had been arrested for a related incident.
EileenProphetofIstus |
EileenProphetofIstus wrote:I'll go with false on the thumb accident.....Completely true, actually. I've got a funky scar on my right thumb and had to go through months of PT just to get movement back.
The swelling never did go down...
You should have talked to me about it a long time ago, I would have cured it for you. All I ask is for a donation of any kind to the church. If you can't afford that, then a quest will do nicely. If you can't go on a quest for me, I suppose I could use someone to run the water for my hot steamy rose petal bath....
Mothman |
My great grandfather saved his father from a mad bull with naught but a pitchfork. He left Norway to dodge out of the Norwegian naval draft.
Another of my great grandfathers got out of WWI with a case of the flu.
My great uncle got shot down over Rumania in WW II.
My grandfather caught a pike when he held up a pickerel and the pike jumped in the boat.
I'll go with ... all true bar number two.
Mothman |
Truth or Lie?
I was at super bowl XXX in 1996. A group of us were out partying one night at the Player’s Party, and one of our group was the owner of another NFL football team not in the Super Bowl that year. We were all s&~@-faced drunk, and the owner of the NFL team suggested we all try to sneak beer out the front entrance, past security. (I guess it is the simple things that rich people enjoy.) I had a long sleeve jacket on, because it gets cold in Arizona at night, and carried out two bottles in each sleeve, and one bottle in the back waistband of my pants.
After all of us left the Player’s Party, making off with about 24 beers, myself and a bunch of millionaires proceeded to drive to another party drinking our beers the whole way – including the driver, who was also a millionaire.
You're an enigma Tensor ... for all I know this could be true. But it sounds more like a story you heard rather than something that happened to you, so I'll say lie.
Heathansson |
Heathansson wrote:I'll go with ... all true bar number two.My great grandfather saved his father from a mad bull with naught but a pitchfork. He left Norway to dodge out of the Norwegian naval draft.
Another of my great grandfathers got out of WWI with a case of the flu.
My great uncle got shot down over Rumania in WW II.
My grandfather caught a pike when he held up a pickerel and the pike jumped in the boat.
Nope. All true.