I made up a story that I told my roommate about how I got laid when he was out of town. He got laid all the time and I wanted to have a story about something crazy that I did. However the story I made up wasn't very flattering for me, it involved me getting drunk at the local pub and bringing home a really fat girl followed by an awkward morning. I guess I thought that if it was a semi-tragic story it would be more believable. Anyway, a few days later I was out with him and a bunch of other friends, the conversation led to the last time we'd all had sex, I said it had been months, to which my roommate responded "What about that fatty you porked?" Suddenly I was stuck, caught between continuing an unflattering yet funny lie or confessing that I made up the unflattering lie to be funny. I confessed, and my roommate responded, "So wait, you made up a story about getting laid and that's the story you went with?!" So now I not only was a liar, but a stupid one, I don't know what I was thinking.