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1969
Posted on November 29, 2017 by p.j.
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.

12 thoughts on “1969”

  1. J.P. Keslensky

    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.

    1. p.j.

      I thought I recognized you

  2. Mikey

    Sometimes, I’m that person. I don’t have photos to back me up though 🙁

    1. p.j.

      You are that person.

  3. Tony McGurk

    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

    1. p.j.

      That’s the thing. If someone calls you out, you’d better had physical evidence to backup your claim

  4. Tony McGurk

    Looks like North is having Humble Pie for dinner tonight

    1. p.j.

      Hope he leaves room for desert.

  5. the dude

    So… was his hand on George’s thigh?

    1. p.j.

      His? who his? North? that would be weird, even for Flatt Bear standards.

      1. the dude

        No.. the guy from work…

        1. p.j.

          Ah, well, that make better sense…. NO.

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