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Originally Posted by 505HPC6Z06
Lying about anything? You wouldn't have any friends left. Lies about what?
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This one woman I used to be friends with lied about everything under the sun, and they were ridiculous lies.
As an example, both DH and she and I know the same guy who lives on the reserve next to our town. He's a well-known businessman there, and his name is very common on that reserve.
She lied not only about knowing him, but she tried to tell us that he was stepping out on his wife, which both DH and I knew was utter malarkey.
We called her on the lies she was spewing about him, and then she began to lie about, of all things, the spelling of his name.
As I said, his name is common on that reserve. Many signs there have his surname spelled out, including the sign in front of his own business. She wouldn't listen. She just kept on and on and on about it. It was utterly ridiculous.
DH and I don't have time for that.
Oh, and the father of her child (and I feel sorry for her little girl) is always in and out of jail like a fiddler's elbow. I cut off all ties with this woman after a FB post she left on my page. "****" in jail again, I have no cell phone, no money for food, no way to con---".
That was it! I'd had it.
Once her boyfriend was thrown into jail yet again a year or two ago, always the provincial jail system, by the way, but he should be graduating to the pen sometime soon. She tried to tell me and DH that a pilot she'd been seeing (!) and he got into a terrible fight. I was gobsmacked. My jaw hit the ground, and you ought to have seen DH's kisser.
Stupid, stupid, stupid. Even her boyfriend used to shake his head at some of the stretchers that come out of her maw when he was around. No wonder he drinks so much, takes crack and beats other what he perceives as being alpha males as being, having to listen to that bag of bull when he's not incarcerated. The woman has drummed it into his head that all sorts of men are chasing her when he isn't around, and like a sap, he believes it.
Not that the boyfriend's any much better. He once got drunk on rum, smoked crack, took four or five Lyrica pills and asked me if I had any rubbing alcohol in the house. He claimed that he needed it to disinfected a wound he had. You know, I didn't care. I went and got the rubbing alcohol. Do you know what he did? He took the bottle, uncapped it, tilted his head back and poured it directly into his eyes! He then proceeded to whirl around like a dervish on our driveway and howl like a castrated cat due to the pain. DH and I couldn't believe it.
Oh, and another thing he did. He was drunk and high on his crack and decided to sail through the back window of the girlfriend's SUV while their daughter was strapped in a car seat in the rear seat. Nice, eh? Flying glass went everywhere. Of course, she lied about that, too. Anything could have happened to her daughter, thankfully it didn't, but what if a shard of glass had lodged itself into one of her eyes?
Anyway, back goes the boyfriend to
Bordeaux Beach again. She told me, "Nothing happened to my daughter when he broke my rear window, but I'm going to contact the prison and leave a message that my daughter is undergoing emergency surgery." And she did it, too.
Note: Some Montrealers refer to Bordeaux as being Bordeaux Beach due to its proximity to Riviere des Prairies.
I imagine that lies like that are enough?
I have lots more stories, but not enough room. He hit a cop who was chasing him. DH saw the way the cop he hit 'handled' him when he put him in the cop car! So did all the oldsters who were playing pétanque nearby.
He got into a fight with some guys around the corner and caused so much trouble for us. Unbelievable.
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