50 Times People Tried To Get Away With The Most Unhinged Lies And Got Exposed

Told everyone he was an undercover CIA agent while working at a gas station.

I made a new friend at work. One day met up at a diner, and then decided to drive back to her house (I had never been before) to continue to hang. I was following her in my car. She started speeding through yellow lights, and I lost her. She then didn’t answer my calls. I took that as a sign she didn’t actually wanna be friends (even though she asked me over?)
Next day at work, she told me she was speeding through lights to get to the hospital because she threw up blood on herself, and found out she has leukemia. I knew she was lying immediately, but kept my suspicions to myself. All our coworkers were concerned at first but then things started to not add up. Two weeks into “chemo” she said she stopped treatment because her body wasn’t responding to it well. About a month later she said her body fought the cancer off on its own and she was in remission. Absolutely absurd. The real kicker is that night she “threw up blood” I had confided in her about my mom passing away from cancer 6 months prior. Honestly, a disgusting human being. After that, we all started talking and figured out a bunch more lies she told.

Guy I was in a serious relationship with told a ton of lies. Took me a while to figure it out. When I did, had a debrief with his sister, who had more stories.

He dated a woman before me, who he told he was a professor on sabbatical from England. He carried on an English accent the entirety of their 6 month relationship. She only got wise when she met his sister, who didn’t have one. He’s from Wisconsin.

He’d also convinced his sister he needed an organ transplant.

When he met me, the story was he was doing coastal research in the Yucatán with a grant from the Bill & Melinda Gates foundation. And later, that he had brain cancer (but he got better).

MY friends wife (I’m f and my bff is m, so for whatever the reason the wife always tells me lots of “fascinating” stories about her life or whatever) so at one point she told me her mother was one of the original ladies to get planned parenthood off the ground and how proud she was and how it shaped her life. I was fine with this, we are old it coulda happened. This stood for several years. then randomly she tells me that her mom 93 years old ish. is going to go out west and then up to Alaska on a cruise, which is weird but fine considering all her friends are dead and remaining child was standing in front of me but THEN she adds that boeing is flying her out to see their new manufacturing plant because she was such an important aeronautical engineer for them for so long and then they are getting her onto the cruise. I didnt ask, I figured with whatever disorder made this happen would f***k out if she got called out,or her mom is the most interesting woman ever.

My husband’s aunt. She was diagnosed with cancer. Had surgery, went through treatment. Technically, all was ok—all of the above here WAS true.

However, she told anyone and everyone she knew that she was terminal. Husband’s grandma/aunt’s mom fell for it and threw a huge benefit for her. They made a lot of money, but that evening as they were counting it up, aunt grumbled that she didn’t think it was much. She was also pissed during the prize auction that people who won items did not donate them to her. She blew it all on a new car and a vacation.

We are in a small town. Word travels fast. She burned almost every bridge she had after that. Cancer went into remission and never returned.

That was 20+ years ago. She is now in very poor health and has major money issues. She has set up several GoFundMe’s for herself. She has made about $50 total. No one is buying her s**t this time.

I knew a guy who was active military, really strange guy. He used to tell us some of his so called “sea stories”. One that particularly stuck was he went off on a weekend bender, somehow ended up in the desert in Saudi Arabia fighting a penguin, but was able to make it back to report for duty on Monday morning. He was stationed stateside at the time. We tried to call him on it, but he swore up and down it was true.

A friend told me that she stayed home sick because she was running a fever of 125 degrees 😑

I told her that if that were the case she'd be dead.

She told me that I obviously didn't understand how POC bodies work, and that it was racist to assume she was lying.

Dated a guy who claimed to be a disabled vet. Would tell stories about his time overseas and in combat, and how his missions were so classified the VA couldn't set him up with a therapist. Said he was discharged for PTSD. Looked at his DD 214 one day while cleaning junk out of the closet. He wasn't discharged for PTSD. He was discharged for f*****g bunions. A lot of stuff was blacked out on the form, but judging from ink stains on the back, they'd definitely bern altered to look redacted. Eventually he had me add his service friend on my FB so he could catch up (he didn't have a FB at the time) and after some time I found out from him that my bf never left his duty station in Hawaii.

Months after we broke up, I started getting treatment again for schizoaffective disorder. About a week later, he was suddenly having hallucinations of people he saw die in combat (that he was never in). I was finally able to move out a few months after that. The stolen valor thing made me sick to my stomach. A lot of my family is serving or has served. Felt like a huge disrespect to those who gave their all in combat zones.

Had an old roommate who's cat had kittens shortly after I moved out. I was gifted a kitten from said roommate. A few days after they let me know they set up an appointment to get all the kittens vaccinated/spayed or neutered. I told them i would handle that stuff with my kitten but they insisted the appointment was already made and they'd handle it. Day of the appointment he picks up my kitten and then disappears with it for 9 hours. He then returns me my kitten with no shot records and still sporting a pair of testicles insisting that he was now neutered and vaccinated.

My sister put makeup bruises on so she could tell people at school she was being abused at home. Why? No idea. But it led to CPS getting involved and ultimately no wrong doing. Afterwards my mom sent her to live with our alcoholic father. From what I heard it was not a pleasant few years for her.

Im a Veteran (non US) and had a coworker trying telling me big war stories but I could immediatly tell hes full of it. He was trying to tell me that he [ended] 100 Taliban by himself.

My bipolar ex said she had my kid last year. Luckily I already knew what kind of a liar she was so I wasn't gonna buy it until I had hard evidence. The timeline didn't add up unless she had the kid 3 months early and there was no evidence she was pregnant last time I saw her. Plus the kid's name had changed several times and none of her family confirmed she was ever pregnant. It was all just a ruse to get me back into her life. Not sure how far she has planned to take it. What was she gonna do, borrow a friend's baby and present him to me as mine?

I had been told by somebody who was a "story topper" type who always had to have a bigger story no matter what the subject. One day the subject of fishing had come up and he bragged about catching a 20 pound bass out of a nearby lake. I didn't think anything of it. Later I was told by somebody else how ridiculous that was, and that there had been less than 10 bass of that size ever recorded in history, and half of those are contested/fabricated or otherwise manipulated with things like adding weights into the fishes stomach before weighing.

I know this one guy who would say things like, "My uncle is like a super intelligent guy who teaches at a prestigious university, which means I'm also a genius." Just lied every time he spoke in spite of the fact that everyone knew he was lying.

At a job I had back in my 20s, there was this new employee who was a scrawny 18 year-old kid. Within five minutes of meeting him, he’s claiming he’s fullback for the Pepperdine football team (which disbanded in 1961), and he has a black belt in karate, among other lies. After his first day of work, I never saw him again.

My personal favorite was someone who was going to school called Jones College that she got a 1500 on the SATs and that members of Led Zeppelin were practicing on her block. This was Jacksonville, FL in 1989.

I worked with a girl who would flip back and forth between being pregnant and having suffered a miscarriage every few days.

Fun times...

When I was 21, I moved to the midwest to pursue a lucrative internship. When I got back to the East Coast and reconnected with my friends in college, my then-bestie Aden had apparently had the most active, exciting, thrilling summer ever.

Let's see. He got into a fight with the leader of a biker gang outside a bar and earned their respect. He developed a severe drinking problem and got treatment so that by the time I got back, he was sober. Then there was the girl he met - beautiful, intelligent, devastatingly witty. They met in the hospital after the fight with the biker and fell wildly in love - he was going to ask her to marry him. Unfortunately, she was there for a cancer diagnosis; she passed away a few months later, after asking him to leave a white rose on her grave every year on her birthday.

Seven months, people.

I even know some of the places he stole these storylines from. That "white rose on the grave" thing is from the movie "Highlander." Which we both saw. The whirlwind drinking problem is a staple of prohibition fiction like "High and Outside" and "The Late Great Me," something he almost certainly would have seen in a DARE program.

And there are no biker bars within fifty miles.

I think I got back to college with a pocket full of money, several bylines, and a bunch of stories of Life in the Big City, and the FOMO was just too much.

My mom could not retell a story without embellishing it to save her life. Each time she told the story it would get wilder and wilder. Occasionally, she would try to tell me some wild tale. I'd listen carefully and at the end I'd simply say, "Mom, you forgot that I was there when it happened." She'd just go quiet for a while before starting again.

Melvin and I were talking in an office. I asked Melvin what time it was. Clock was on the wall behind me. He told me it was 1:30. From the look on his face, I turned and looked for myself. It was exactly 1:00.
Man could not tell the truth if his life depended on it.