All I can say is I was in a stationary vehicle hit by a moving house. True story.
Sometimes I don't tell stories that would fit in the conversation, not because they aren't true, but it would SOUND like they weren't, and I hate being called a liar for something that was totally true.
I had a friend who lost his mind as all of us from high school got older, had decent jobs, got married, and he was still living with his mom, and couldn't get laid with gold bars in his pocket, so he invented a girlfriend. He ran with it so hard that she had given him a brand new Mustang, but it was always in the shop when we wanted to see it, along with all the other expensive goodies. The last straw was him giving her address to one person, and it turned out to be an empty lot on the north side of town. He got so wrapped up in his delusions that the ambulance company fired him. Haven't seen him in years.