Let's see...A friend of my professor was talking to her friends about how hard her labor was and how excruciating the pain was before her epidural--he just gave her the

face, but didn't say anything because he was the only one in the room who knew she and her husband had adopted.

She was so emotional about it that he wondered if she had told the story so many times that she really believed herself.
I actually got really sick of people giving me dirty looks when I was with my nephew because they thought I was a teen mother (like I really had a baby at age 12). People would come up to me and ask me if he was mine. So, when I was like 13 or 14, I made up this elaborate lie about how I was raped by a distant cousin and realized I was pregnant. I couldn't take care of the baby so I gave him to my sister to adopt, but she still lets me spend time with him and I'm agonizing over when to tell him the truth, if ever...people fell for it EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. I know that was so wrong and I'd NEVER EVER EVER do that now, but what can I say, I was a pissed off, smart-mouthed teenager. I actually wrote it out in college and turned it into a short story. It was pretty good.

My friend made up a similar story about being abducted by aliens--she's from Roswell and got tired of people asking her about being abducted, so she came up with this detailed 10-minute story about her abduction, complete showing them the scars from her "surgery." It helps that she can cry on cue and actually has scars on that arm. It ends with her 'remembering' an alien whispering the word "gullible" in her ear over and over.
We're so bad.