Ya know those people that seem to crop up everywhere (work, school, the local bar, etc...) that just feel the need to tell extremely tall tales that have to "top it all?" The kind of people that everyone just sort of ignores because they don't want to be rude or argue? Today I just couldn't take it anymore.:v:
So we have this kid at work, young guy, kinda shifty looking but I'm not one to judge solely on looks. I give him a chance and talk to him even though everyone tells me he's weird and likes to tell outlandish stories. Today just put me over the top...
"Dude-I'm so beat, I didn't get home until 8:00 this morning..."
Ok, I'll bite-"Why didn't you get home until 8:00 this morning?"
"I went down to some beach near Atlantic City because my buddy had a room at the Borgata. Dude my truck (He has a Tahoe with a 454 that he talks about non-stop) kicked a-- out on the beach."
"What beach? You can't drive on the beaches in Atlantic City!"
"Oh it was near there but not in A.C., we hit up the poker room for a while and then we blew outta there cuz it was beat (Yea, ok, the Borgata poker room was beat on a Thursday night in summer before a huge holiday weekend) and then we went four wheeling."
"Where?"
"Oh I dunno, some long dirt road, it took like an hour to get there."
"What road did you take to get there?"
"Dude, I don't know, I was following some chick, all I know is it was dark as hell, but anyway we drove out to the beach and we paid the guy $6 and he told us not to be too loud but we could have a fire and take the trucks out."
"Uhhh, the only beach you can drive on is Island Beach which is really nowhere near A.C., plus you would have to cross over the bay to get there at some point so you couldn't have just taken some random dirt road. Finally you can't drive a vehicle on the beach without a permit which costs WAY more than $6, and there wouldn't be a guy there taking money anyway at 11:00 at night."
"No man I'm tellin you, I don't know where this place is but my buddy Tom does."
"Seriously, give it up, if Tom knows where it is, tell him to call me."
"Oh, he's not answering his phone, I dunno what he's doing."
Of course he's not...
So then I'm regaled with stories of raging bonfires, monster trucks with 40" tires roosting sand 30' in the air, beautiful girls dancing naked around a fire, fireworks going off, etc... After much merriment apparently the "Shore Patrol" showed up (no clue who they are) and told them they had to leave because dawn was approaching and families were coming to use the beach. They apparently had no problem (whoever they were) with the bonfire (which allegedly was started with enough gasoline to fill a tanker truck), the fireworks, the monster trucks, or the naked girls.
All I could say at that point was "No wonder your eyes are brown."
"Why?"
"Because apparently you're filled to the brim with bulls---!"
I just had to share that priceless gem with all of you...
So we have this kid at work, young guy, kinda shifty looking but I'm not one to judge solely on looks. I give him a chance and talk to him even though everyone tells me he's weird and likes to tell outlandish stories. Today just put me over the top...
"Dude-I'm so beat, I didn't get home until 8:00 this morning..."
Ok, I'll bite-"Why didn't you get home until 8:00 this morning?"
"I went down to some beach near Atlantic City because my buddy had a room at the Borgata. Dude my truck (He has a Tahoe with a 454 that he talks about non-stop) kicked a-- out on the beach."
"What beach? You can't drive on the beaches in Atlantic City!"
"Oh it was near there but not in A.C., we hit up the poker room for a while and then we blew outta there cuz it was beat (Yea, ok, the Borgata poker room was beat on a Thursday night in summer before a huge holiday weekend) and then we went four wheeling."
"Where?"
"Oh I dunno, some long dirt road, it took like an hour to get there."
"What road did you take to get there?"
"Dude, I don't know, I was following some chick, all I know is it was dark as hell, but anyway we drove out to the beach and we paid the guy $6 and he told us not to be too loud but we could have a fire and take the trucks out."
"Uhhh, the only beach you can drive on is Island Beach which is really nowhere near A.C., plus you would have to cross over the bay to get there at some point so you couldn't have just taken some random dirt road. Finally you can't drive a vehicle on the beach without a permit which costs WAY more than $6, and there wouldn't be a guy there taking money anyway at 11:00 at night."
"No man I'm tellin you, I don't know where this place is but my buddy Tom does."
"Seriously, give it up, if Tom knows where it is, tell him to call me."
"Oh, he's not answering his phone, I dunno what he's doing."
Of course he's not...
So then I'm regaled with stories of raging bonfires, monster trucks with 40" tires roosting sand 30' in the air, beautiful girls dancing naked around a fire, fireworks going off, etc... After much merriment apparently the "Shore Patrol" showed up (no clue who they are) and told them they had to leave because dawn was approaching and families were coming to use the beach. They apparently had no problem (whoever they were) with the bonfire (which allegedly was started with enough gasoline to fill a tanker truck), the fireworks, the monster trucks, or the naked girls.
All I could say at that point was "No wonder your eyes are brown."
"Why?"
"Because apparently you're filled to the brim with bulls---!"
I just had to share that priceless gem with all of you...