1969
This actually happened to me. I had a boss who used to tell these crazy stories about his life. They were all very entertaining but my office mate and myself always suspected they were either fake or at least embellished. One day, after a particularly outlandish story, we called him out. Told him we didn’t believe him. He quietly turned back to his desk, riffled though one of his drawers, and came back with something in his hand. It was a photograph of… well…proof his story was real.
From then on, we never questioned his stories again.
Most stories can be authenticated with a picture or two as long as you have a few hours and a copy of Photoshop. I once went to a sock hop with Olivia Newton-John, that’s me in the tight jeans and black t-shirt.
I thought I recognized you
Sometimes, I’m that person. I don’t have photos to back me up though 🙁
You are that person.
I remember back in my Navy days a keen golfer shipmate once told us that he hit a ball so hard that it went through a dog. We called BS too but unfortunately for him he had no photo. I’m sure it would’ve been an amazing photo of a dog with a golf ball hole all the way through it’s body
That’s the thing. If someone calls you out, you’d better had physical evidence to backup your claim
Looks like North is having Humble Pie for dinner tonight
Hope he leaves room for desert.
So… was his hand on George’s thigh?
His? who his? North? that would be weird, even for Flatt Bear standards.
No.. the guy from work…
Ah, well, that make better sense…. NO.