I have my 'on' days, I guess. My grandfather O'Reilly had the true gift.
He spent a great many hows sitting at the bar and setting people up for who
knows what. His favorite preamble was: "I read in the <name of newspaper>
that . . . " BS starts.
Sounds like you're setting someone on the list up to feed them owl dung
while they think it is PowerBar and you'll still be able to say afterwards
that you told them it was owl dung. :)
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>LOLOL--You sound like someone who can spin a tale at the drop of a hat and
>keep it going. A true gift. I always liked to tell the kids (high school
and
>middle school) tales when I took them to backcountry--one of my favorites
was
>to take a Power Bar, or similar granola bar, pull bits off it and roll
them
>up kind of elongated and pointed at the end and lay them on the trail.
Then
>we would "happen" upon them with the group of kids. I would point out that
>we had just stumbled on the feces of a rare owl, and you could identify
that
>owl by tasting the feces, which I would do. The looks on their faces has
>always been memorable. LOL And especially when I give them the opportunity
>to taste them.
>
>----David C.
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