Believe it. Or not.
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I'm gonna say that's a lie because I don't knowsh it about gambling.
Here's my story, believable or not?
I always go commando when I have a presentation or a job interview because I feel empowered. Also when I'm nervous about anything I find a bathroom and remove my underwear, it calms my nerves. It works every time.4 -
Pour_Decisions wrote: »I'm gonna say that's a lie because I don't knowsh it about gambling.
Here's my story, believable or not?
I always go commando when I have a presentation or a job interview because I feel empowered. Also when I'm nervous about anything I find a bathroom and remove my underwear, it calms my nerves. It works every time.
This sounds just crazy enough to be true. When you have to calm your nerves though, where do you put your underwear? Purse?
If they're a favorite pair, yes, otherwise in the trash.
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Pour_Decisions wrote: »I'm gonna say that's a lie because I don't knowsh it about gambling.
Here's my story, believable or not?
I always go commando when I have a presentation or a job interview because I feel empowered. Also when I'm nervous about anything I find a bathroom and remove my underwear, it calms my nerves. It works every time.
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I've developed a strategy for winning at the roulette wheel. I obviously can't give any details out, but I will say that using this system increases the player's odd vs. the house, 51:49 in favor of the player. This is a long term system. You're not going to hit it big on a single spin. But with small consistent bets day after day, month after month, youll come out way ahead in the long run.
I'm sorry, but I can't believe this. The House always wins in the long run. Especially with the addition of the 00 and for some 000.
#maths
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Pour_Decisions wrote: »I'm gonna say that's a lie because I don't knowsh it about gambling.
Here's my story, believable or not?
I always go commando when I have a presentation or a job interview because I feel empowered. Also when I'm nervous about anything I find a bathroom and remove my underwear, it calms my nerves. It works every time.
This is a good story! Solid logic too, and an excellent tip!
Thumbs up - I believe2 -
I once got the highest grade in my class on a demo type speech/presentation where I accidentally spilled frozen orange juice all over myself.1
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Sunshine_And_Sand wrote: »I once got the highest grade in my class on a demo type speech/presentation where I accidentally spilled frozen orange juice all over myself.
Hmmm, tricky!
Can you spill frozen juice on yourself?
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Sunshine_And_Sand wrote: »I once got the highest grade in my class on a demo type speech/presentation where I accidentally spilled frozen orange juice all over myself.
Hmmm, tricky!
Can you spill frozen juice on yourself?
LIES!!
Lol. Nitpicking the wording, and I thought of that too right after I posted it. 😂
Actually true. I say frozen orange juice because it was the frozen kind you have to add water to. I was making punch for the presentation, but the freezer I stored it in was not cold enough and some of it melted to a slushy consistency, and when I opened it, it splashed all over my shirt. All the other kids and the teacher were laughing. I figured I'd already failed so might as well just keep going and finish the speech. After I was done, I offered the teacher some of the punch (she declined) and asked permission to be excused to go dry my shirt.
The teacher told everyone their grade in front of the whole class right after each speech. She said she was giving me a 95 because there's always the possibility of things you can't plan for and it's better to just keep going than panic or cry about.3 -
First I have to post this song:
The Greatest American Hero Theme Song - Believe it or Not
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B4JCehDOy54
Here's my story:
The other night, my gf's boss from her brand new job invited us over for dinner. On the drive over, my gf reiterated many times to me just how important it was to make a good impression.
I scoffed and arrogantly informed my silly gf that I always make good impressions.
My gf's boss is a single lady in her fifties, so it was just the three of us. We chitchatted over drinks and salads and seemed to really be hitting it off. She laughed at my well-timed, perfectly-appropriate jokes and my gf seemed pleased.
Soon she brought out the main course, a nice big juicy steak for each of us. As I began to cut into my steak, I was discouraged to discover how under cooked this steak was.
Now, I've had my fair share of rare steak. I prefer well-done, but I can handle rare. This was several-minutes-on-a-hot-grill short of rare. I probably could've resuscitated the cow had I tried. Instead, I sat there fidgeting with my knife and fork, worrying about how I was going to get away with not eating this steak.
Claim vegetarianism? No, I'd already feigned great enthusiasm upon seeing the steak.
Just then, our hostess excused herself to the kitchen to take care of some dessert preparations. As I looked across the fancy dining room table at the open window of this 3rd story apartment... a cartoon light bulb appeared over my head.
I knew I had to be decisive, realizing that she could return at any moment. I committed. I grabbed the steak with my hand, gently shook off the juice and executed a perfect throw right through the center of the open window.
This was when I learned the window wasn't open... It was the cleanest window you've ever seen in your life. That is, until my mostly raw slab of steak slammed up against it and slowly slid down leaving a trail of bloody juice in its wake.
My gf, who's steak was a nice medium rare and was unaware of my predicament, turned, jaw dropped, and stared at me like I was an alien from another planet. This look then slowly morphed into more of a there-is-no-place-on-this-planet-you-can-ever-hide-from-me expression of demonic anger.
My gf's boss heard the thud of the steak-on-window impact and came quickly. She took in the scene, the steak sitting on the window sill, the blood trail, my empty plate, and then gave me an inquisitive, puzzled look.
I just didn't know what to say. It felt like a minute of silence, but was probably 3 or 4 seconds. Finally, the best I could manage was "I... I'm so sorry. I am such a klutz... I don't know... I was just cutting it.. and... it... ... it slipped... just ask my gf, I really am a klutz... right honey?... (no help coming from that direction) ... I will clean this up... I can't believe this... I am so sorry" etc... etc...
Both women continued to stare at me like I had escaped from the loony bin, as I smeared the blood around the window with my cloth napkin, dusted off the steak, and continued to mutter my incoherent explanation. I knew no one was buying the story.
I knew what I had to do. I sheepishly returned to my seat and proceeded to eat every bite of that disgusting, cold, chewy, bloody, raw steak.
I remained pretty quiet the rest of the evening. My gf's only two words to me since the incident are "I'm fine".
TL;DR: Tried to sneakily throw my under-cooked steak through an open window... only to find out it wasn't open.0 -
DeadliftsAndSprinkles wrote: »Okay here's mine:
I'm a receptionist and my desk is made of glass
I don't believe you. Which has nothing to do with your story.0 -
First I have to post this song:
The Greatest American Hero Theme Song - Believe it or Nothttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B4JCehDOy54
Here's my story:
The other night, my gf's boss from her brand new job invited us over for dinner. On the drive over, my gf reiterated many times to me just how important it was to make a good impression.
I scoffed and arrogantly informed my silly gf that I always make good impressions.
My gf's boss is a single lady in her fifties, so it was just the three of us. We chitchatted over drinks and salads and seemed to really be hitting it off. She laughed at my well-timed, perfectly-appropriate jokes and my gf seemed pleased.
Soon she brought out the main course, a nice big juicy steak for each of us. As I began to cut into my steak, I was discouraged to discover how under cooked this steak was.
Now, I've had my fair share of rare steak. I prefer well-done, but I can handle rare. This was several-minutes-on-a-hot-grill short of rare. I probably could've resuscitated the cow had I tried. Instead, I sat there fidgeting with my knife and fork, worrying about how I was going to get away with not eating this steak.
Claim vegetarianism? No, I'd already feigned great enthusiasm upon seeing the steak.
Just then, our hostess excused herself to the kitchen to take care of some dessert preparations. As I looked across the fancy dining room table at the open window of this 3rd story apartment... a cartoon light bulb appeared over my head.
I knew I had to be decisive, realizing that she could return at any moment. I committed. I grabbed the steak with my hand, gently shook off the juice and executed a perfect throw right through the center of the open window.
This was when I learned the window wasn't open... It was the cleanest window you've ever seen in your life. That is, until my mostly raw slab of steak slammed up against it and slowly slid down leaving a trail of bloody juice in its wake.
My gf, who's steak was a nice medium rare and was unaware of my predicament, turned, jaw dropped, and stared at me like I was an alien from another planet. This look then slowly morphed into more of a there-is-no-place-on-this-planet-you-can-ever-hide-from-me expression of demonic anger.
My gf's boss heard the thud of the steak-on-window impact and came quickly. She took in the scene, the steak sitting on the window sill, the blood trail, my empty plate, and then gave me an inquisitive, puzzled look.
I just didn't know what to say. It felt like a minute of silence, but was probably 3 or 4 seconds. Finally, the best I could manage was "I... I'm so sorry. I am such a klutz... I don't know... I was just cutting it.. and... it... ... it slipped... just ask my gf, I really am a klutz... right honey?... (no help coming from that direction) ... I will clean this up... I can't believe this... I am so sorry" etc... etc...
Both women continued to stare at me like I had escaped from the loony bin, as I smeared the blood around the window with my cloth napkin, dusted off the steak, and continued to mutter my incoherent explanation. I knew no one was buying the story.
I knew what I had to do. I sheepishly returned to my seat and proceeded to eat every bite of that disgusting, cold, chewy, bloody, raw steak.
I remained pretty quiet the rest of the evening. My gf's only two words to me since the incident are "I'm fine".
TL;DR: Tried to sneakily throw my under-cooked steak through an open window... only to find out it wasn't open.
I'm gonna believe it, because there are some things you just can't make up.0 -
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Believe it or not. I’m walking on air......3
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First I have to post this song:
The Greatest American Hero Theme Song - Believe it or Nothttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B4JCehDOy54
Here's my story:
The other night, my gf's boss from her brand new job invited us over for dinner. On the drive over, my gf reiterated many times to me just how important it was to make a good impression.
I scoffed and arrogantly informed my silly gf that I always make good impressions.
My gf's boss is a single lady in her fifties, so it was just the three of us. We chitchatted over drinks and salads and seemed to really be hitting it off. She laughed at my well-timed, perfectly-appropriate jokes and my gf seemed pleased.
Soon she brought out the main course, a nice big juicy steak for each of us. As I began to cut into my steak, I was discouraged to discover how under cooked this steak was.
Now, I've had my fair share of rare steak. I prefer well-done, but I can handle rare. This was several-minutes-on-a-hot-grill short of rare. I probably could've resuscitated the cow had I tried. Instead, I sat there fidgeting with my knife and fork, worrying about how I was going to get away with not eating this steak.
Claim vegetarianism? No, I'd already feigned great enthusiasm upon seeing the steak.
Just then, our hostess excused herself to the kitchen to take care of some dessert preparations. As I looked across the fancy dining room table at the open window of this 3rd story apartment... a cartoon light bulb appeared over my head.
I knew I had to be decisive, realizing that she could return at any moment. I committed. I grabbed the steak with my hand, gently shook off the juice and executed a perfect throw right through the center of the open window.
This was when I learned the window wasn't open... It was the cleanest window you've ever seen in your life. That is, until my mostly raw slab of steak slammed up against it and slowly slid down leaving a trail of bloody juice in its wake.
My gf, who's steak was a nice medium rare and was unaware of my predicament, turned, jaw dropped, and stared at me like I was an alien from another planet. This look then slowly morphed into more of a there-is-no-place-on-this-planet-you-can-ever-hide-from-me expression of demonic anger.
My gf's boss heard the thud of the steak-on-window impact and came quickly. She took in the scene, the steak sitting on the window sill, the blood trail, my empty plate, and then gave me an inquisitive, puzzled look.
I just didn't know what to say. It felt like a minute of silence, but was probably 3 or 4 seconds. Finally, the best I could manage was "I... I'm so sorry. I am such a klutz... I don't know... I was just cutting it.. and... it... ... it slipped... just ask my gf, I really am a klutz... right honey?... (no help coming from that direction) ... I will clean this up... I can't believe this... I am so sorry" etc... etc...
Both women continued to stare at me like I had escaped from the loony bin, as I smeared the blood around the window with my cloth napkin, dusted off the steak, and continued to mutter my incoherent explanation. I knew no one was buying the story.
I knew what I had to do. I sheepishly returned to my seat and proceeded to eat every bite of that disgusting, cold, chewy, bloody, raw steak.
I remained pretty quiet the rest of the evening. My gf's only two words to me since the incident are "I'm fine".
TL;DR: Tried to sneakily throw my under-cooked steak through an open window... only to find out it wasn't open.
No way. Who wastes a good steak...1 -
DeadliftsAndSprinkles wrote: »Okay here's mine:
I'm a receptionist and my desk is made of glass
Hot 😍🤗1 -
One time when I worked at a department store I would have customers come and ask me how in the world could I be working to jobs at once. Did I run back and forth? On breaks I switched to the other department? Confused I would ask what in the world do you mean? After one particular customer ran back to my department completely frazzled and yelling it's you! You also work in the photography studio...I had to figure out what in the world was going on...to make a long story short my long lost sister I never knew I had lived near by and had also found employment at this mall...odd thing is we look nothing alike ...complete opposites in every way.
The end.0 -
I’m a desk and my glass is made of receptionist5
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I'm a chair at a glass desk and there's a receptionist with no underwear sitting on me.5
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The_Devil_In_Miss_Jones_ wrote: »I'm a chair at a glass desk and there's a receptionist with no underwear sitting on me.
Psshh like thats even remotely believable. Chairs don’t even have arm-
Oh my gosh i think i know how chairs type3 -
I had a dream about moist cakes from an MFP thread and then the next day I made it a point to go out and eat moist cakes.1
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isalsayourface123 wrote: »One time when I worked at a department store I would have customers come and ask me how in the world could I be working to jobs at once. Did I run back and forth? On breaks I switched to the other department? Confused I would ask what in the world do you mean? After one particular customer ran back to my department completely frazzled and yelling it's you! You also work in the photography studio...I had to figure out what in the world was going on...to make a long story short my long lost sister I never knew I had lived near by and had also found employment at this mall...odd thing is we look nothing alike ...complete opposites in every way.
The end.
This is another good story
My vote is true, I believe your story...and it's fun!0 -
isalsayourface123 wrote: »One time when I worked at a department store I would have customers come and ask me how in the world could I be working to jobs at once. Did I run back and forth? On breaks I switched to the other department? Confused I would ask what in the world do you mean? After one particular customer ran back to my department completely frazzled and yelling it's you! You also work in the photography studio...I had to figure out what in the world was going on...to make a long story short my long lost sister I never knew I had lived near by and had also found employment at this mall...odd thing is we look nothing alike ...complete opposites in every way.
The end.
This is another good story
My vote is true, I believe your story...and it's fun!0 -
I've developed a strategy for winning at the roulette wheel. I obviously can't give any details out, but I will say that using this system increases the player's odd vs. the house, 51:49 in favor of the player. This is a long term system. You're not going to hit it big on a single spin. But with small consistent bets day after day, month after month, youll come out way ahead in the long run.
I'm sorry, but I can't believe this. The House always wins in the long run. Especially with the addition of the 00 and for some 000.
#maths
That's what most uneducated people think. But there is a betting loophole that I discovered when I was working with some MIT students. Using this loophole you can win 51% of the time, tipping the odds away from the house.
Believe me or not, I don't care. I'm laughing all the way to the bank.
Roulette is a drain on your wallet simply because the game doesn't pay what the bets are worth. With 38 numbers (1 to 36, plus 0 and 00), the true odds of hitting a single number on a straight-up bet are 37 to 1, but the house pays only 35 to 1 if you win! Ditto the payouts on the combination bets.
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caco_ethes wrote: »I’m a desk and my glass is made of receptionist
Comments like this is why I still talk to you.2 -
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I've developed a strategy for winning at the roulette wheel. I obviously can't give any details out, but I will say that using this system increases the player's odd vs. the house, 51:49 in favor of the player. This is a long term system. You're not going to hit it big on a single spin. But with small consistent bets day after day, month after month, youll come out way ahead in the long run.
I'm sorry, but I can't believe this. The House always wins in the long run. Especially with the addition of the 00 and for some 000.
#maths
That's what most uneducated people think. But there is a betting loophole that I discovered when I was working with some MIT students. Using this loophole you can win 51% of the time, tipping the odds away from the house.
Believe me or not, I don't care. I'm laughing all the way to the bank.
Roulette is a drain on your wallet simply because the game doesn't pay what the bets are worth. With 38 numbers (1 to 36, plus 0 and 00), the true odds of hitting a single number on a straight-up bet are 37 to 1, but the house pays only 35 to 1 if you win! Ditto the payouts on the combination bets.
Prove it.
I don't have to prove my system to you or anyone else. My friends who seen me in action know its true.
I'm not trying to put my secrets out for the whole world to use. You can believe me or don't. Your opinion doesn't change me at all.
which one is roulette?1 -
NotSo_LittleRichard wrote: »I've developed a strategy for winning at the roulette wheel. I obviously can't give any details out, but I will say that using this system increases the player's odd vs. the house, 51:49 in favor of the player. This is a long term system. You're not going to hit it big on a single spin. But with small consistent bets day after day, month after month, youll come out way ahead in the long run.
I'm sorry, but I can't believe this. The House always wins in the long run. Especially with the addition of the 00 and for some 000.
#maths
That's what most uneducated people think. But there is a betting loophole that I discovered when I was working with some MIT students. Using this loophole you can win 51% of the time, tipping the odds away from the house.
Believe me or not, I don't care. I'm laughing all the way to the bank.
Roulette is a drain on your wallet simply because the game doesn't pay what the bets are worth. With 38 numbers (1 to 36, plus 0 and 00), the true odds of hitting a single number on a straight-up bet are 37 to 1, but the house pays only 35 to 1 if you win! Ditto the payouts on the combination bets.
Prove it.
I don't have to prove my system to you or anyone else. My friends who seen me in action know its true.
I'm not trying to put my secrets out for the whole world to use. You can believe me or don't. Your opinion doesn't change me at all.
which one is roulette?
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