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What is the most false thing you have heard about yourself?
enudzio
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mine is that i called a lad fat when i didnt , this was in Year 6 and everyone turned on me when i didnt say anything.
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enudzio
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Even had it daubed across my car bonnet at one point.
no idea what was used but, fortunately, it wiped right off.
I was also ostracised and bullied for 4 years, at school, because I was accused of being "queer".
The worst thing, by far, was being accused of being the same person as Woodbush by the inmates on dergs though.
Seems their investigative techniques went as far as assuming that everybody on DS who lists their location as somewhere in Scotland must be the same person.
Wow that's a bit extreme!
I was shocked at first but laugh at it looking back.
All those types of forums do that, and once its said it becomes the truth.
i [used to] go out all night and leave my children alone.
i work as a prostitute.
i have a cat and kittens locked in my shed.
i work as a window cleaner.
i`m living with the remarried husband i divorced a couple of decades ago.
i steal.
i`m liable to stab you as soon as look at you.
and so on..........
No smoke without fire...
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....i`m an arsonist.......
I made a complaint to her boss and she was forced to send an e-mail around apologising but afterwards kept moaning that I was a terrible person for making her out to be a liar!
She also used to tell everyone I was a prostitute and she knew this 'for a fact' because I left the house at 7pm most evenings and came back at around 8.30am. I was a nurse, on permanent nights.
What a malicious, bitter, empty vessel of a bitch your neighbour must have been. That's terrible.
Which one were you?
In reality: I was walking with my employer towards Charlotte Street Hotel when Sewell came round a corner. My boss recognised and greeted him. We kept on walking toward the hotel with him on my left, me in the middle and my boss on my right. Sewell and my boss chatted a little while I said nothing. Sewell and I didn't even say hello to each other.
A photographer somehow spotted us from the hotel, came out and took photos of us. I moved round my boss onto the road. I thought the photographer was only interested in them two. The photographer left us alone once we entered the hotel. Sewell went off to meet with his agent and we went off to meet with the others. The whole thing lasted just a few minutes.
And yet, next day, the newspaper cropped my boss out of a photo, to make it seem as if Sewell and I were alone together. It claimed we were dating and that we were on the way to a restaurant. A "source" claimed that we were so in love that marriage was on our cards. What the actual ****?
That photo and claim got so many people emailing, phoning and asking me about our grand affair. Former school friends I hadn't seen or heard for years got in touch, too. Some didn't believe me when I said I didn't even know him. They thought I was lying to protect our so-called secret relationship. The worst part was when my mum rang me in tears, scolding me for hiding this wedding from her. This mess lasted about a month until people forgot my existence.