Billsballbag
Roofer
Has your local got one? The bloke who knows all the famous celebs, football players etc.
The local bullshit merchant?
Ours is nicknamed Jackanory Thomas.
The local bullshit merchant?
Ours is nicknamed Jackanory Thomas.
Pub Bullsh1tters
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Walthamstowfox
Roofer
Over 35 years ago I used to go in The Union , Aylestone.
There was a regular called 'osshit Baz.
He once reckoned he'd saw a U boat in Foxton Locks.
There was a regular called 'osshit Baz.
He once reckoned he'd saw a U boat in Foxton Locks.
Giovanni Fongulo
Registered
My pub there is one who is former SAS
Blue-streak
Roofer
yes mate, at least 2 of them - although, they're better known as "estate agents"
you know the type - shit suit, talk shit, drink shit, rude as shit, shit hair cut, they call socialising "networking" and drive a shit motor they think is the nuts. constantly bang on about percentages and commissions but have never bought a round in their life....i avoid them at all costs
Hampshirefox
Roofer
Is one called Brendan?
Find a new pub
Brauny
The optimistic pessimist
Had a work colleague about 25 years ago who was one of those that whatever you said, he had done bigger or better. If you said you had played football for Friar Lane, he had played for Fulham.
If you had climbed Beacon Hill, he had done Everest. Amongst many conversations, he had close contact with the Dalai Lama, worked on NASA's space program, been to the South Pole and his family were related to the royals.
The chaps name was Ty Smith and his stories were the butt of many jokes. When he told you extraordinary things he was deadly serious, never cracked a facial expression and was thoroughly committed to everything he told you.
Work colleagues used to say to each other when someone was bullshitting ' have you been telling porky TY'S again '
If you had climbed Beacon Hill, he had done Everest. Amongst many conversations, he had close contact with the Dalai Lama, worked on NASA's space program, been to the South Pole and his family were related to the royals.
The chaps name was Ty Smith and his stories were the butt of many jokes. When he told you extraordinary things he was deadly serious, never cracked a facial expression and was thoroughly committed to everything he told you.
Work colleagues used to say to each other when someone was bullshitting ' have you been telling porky TY'S again '
jackieguaccamo
Flat Earther
Yeah, Bullshit Steve.
Rodneyfernsfeet
We must be in heaven man
There was one in my old village many years ago, whenever you said you were going somewhere he would ask which route you were taking,without fail mine was always the longest route and he reckoned he could always come up with a shorter one
mickyhoss
The music was thud like.
The old landlord at the Red Lion, Shep was a compulsive liar, he couldn't help it. One brief story, Shep had double booked a day golfing somewhere in Derbyshire, it was a Bass Brewery do, all free. Shep had doubled booked it with a very important do at his Lodge so he asked my mate Jimmy Fehan if he'd go to the golf as his guest, Jimmy jumped at the chance, Shep even paid for his petrol. It was a foursome on a stinking hot day and about halfway round Jim was talking to a Leeds pub owner who asked Jim where he was from, Jim explained that he was guesting for his Landlord Derrick Sheppherd of The Red Lion, Earl Shilton, The Leeds bloke says "bloody hell I played with Derrick in last years competition" Jim was thinking, fucking hell now I'm in the shit but the Leeds chap spoke well of our Derrick, said he was a great bloke, a slightly stunned Jim was about to take his shot when Leeds bloke said "You'll be alright when you get back and have few pints sitting by the lake, sounds like a stunning pub" Jimmy went fucking mad at Shep the next night, Shep just shrugged it off and said he was a right big headed cunt and did it to shut him up, he wasn't concerned in the slightest that Leeds bloke could turn up at any time. True story
borebage53
Knife & Fork pending
The landlord at the Bounty in Hinckley swore blind that he hadn’t been watering down his spirits even when Weights & Measures and the Council prosecuted him. The day after it hit the Hinckley Times headlines Dick Willock strode up to him at the bar and ordered a “Vodka squash”!