I met this dude once who seemed perfectly normal until the moment he leaned over and told me that if I ever turned on him, I had better watch my step as he owned a clan of samurais that followed him in the shadows and were ready to strike against his enemies at a moment's notice.
Which is still less fucked up than my childhood acquaintance who, by the age of 17, alleged to own Ford and GM, and who had secretly worked as a producer on an unknown Guns N Roses album. The sad thing is that this was a progression of a life of lies, starting with him bragging about having once jumped from a swing, across the river and land on his moped which he then proceeded to kick into the secret 8th gear, which of course allowed for speeds upwards of 200km/h.
Everyone lies a little (or big) bit, but god damn.