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Originally posted by Sidd Finch
My brother has a tendency to embellish stories, and even to just make shit up. And he gets very defensive and nasty if you call him on it. It can be pretty funny, in a I'm-so-glad-I'm-not-him way.
This tendency reaches its worst when he retells an old joke as if it's a story that actually happened to him. He's told me stories supposedly based on personal experience that appear on UrbanLegends dot com. He's told me old jokes -- I mean, jokes that were old when I heard them in college -- as if they were true stories that happened to him (with him delivering the clever punchline).
This happened the other day on a phone call. It is really bizarre, and I don't know why he does this, or why he thinks anyone would believe him, or how to respond. I'm considering responding with an equally ridiculous story -- something like "The other day I was in a bar and a piece of string walked in." Maybe that one is too obvious.
Advice? Jokes to suggest? Something involving a doctor, a lawyer, and a rabbi perhaps?
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Funny you should mention that bro. Last night I was in a bar, and I started talking to these girls. The first girl was really hot, tall, long blonde hair. Great tits. Great smile. So I asked her her name, and she said "Daisy." So I asked her if she knew why her parents had named her Daisy, and she said "When my mummy was pregnant, a daisy landed on her tummy, so she decided to name me Daisy."
I turned to her two friends. One of them was this striking red-head. Gorgeous long legs, beautiful figure. So I asked her her name. She said her name was Rose. To be polite, I asked her the same question, if she knew why her parents had named her Rose. She said "well it's funny, but it's kinda the same deal. My mom was pregnant and a Rose landed on her stomach, and that's when my parents got the idea to name me Rose."
So to be polite, I turned to talk to their other friend. She wasn't anything like Daisy or Rose . . . she had a hunched back, one big eyebrow, and a terrible bowl-cut. But I figured I'd score some points with her hot friends and be polite, so I asked her her name. Turns out, she had a bad stutter too.
"A-a-a-a-a-a-a-annnnnnnn."
Well Ann, what a pretty name. Do you know why your parents named you Ann?
"nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh nooooooo. A-a-a--nnnn-villlll."
