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The object is to tell a really, really big lie about yourself that tops the last person's lie.
The challenge is your tall tale MUST build on the last one. You can't go completely off in a new direction.
For instance: Let's say I post a complaint about how Jessica Alba is calling me day and night, begging me to go out with her. (I'm using that just as an example because it happens to be true.)
The next person to post might mention that Jessica shouldn't go out with me anyways while she's pregnant with the poster's child.
The person posting after that would have to build further on that story and come up with an even taller tale.
Anyway, here's the first tall tale to be topped.
I watched the original King Kong last night. It's amazing how many people have forgotten that this movie is based on a true story.
In fact, my grandfather was actually in New York the day the real Kong went on his rampage. He actually saw the ape fall from the Empire State Buidling.
Grandpa managed to dart past the police and clip off a piece of Kong's fur. He had it framed and eventually passed it on to me.
So I have a sample of the fur of the original, real-life King Kong framed and hanging on my wall.
My grandfather happened to be chief of the NYPD and worked the crime scene the day that Kong attacked. He worked alongside a number of government agencies who wanted to keep the story under wraps.
Grandpa had a lot of documentation about "Kong" including the fact that it wasn't an actual overgrown ape, but a giant robotic simian that was manufactured by a rogue branch of the Japanese government working in cahoots with the Yakuza based out of Hiroshima.
Our government wanted to sweep the whole thing under the rug of course, which is why the story was eventually covered up and pop-culturalized into a movie. My Grandpa knew that Kalel's Grandpa ("Kalel19") had taken some of the fur from the beast, and employed the use of "Shakes McGoo" a catburglar who he had once sent up the river but had reformed his ways.
Shakes broke into Kalel19's house and replaced the fur (which would have proved that Kong was indeed a robot) with a ringer - fake fur taken from a Baboon housed in Central Park.
How's that?
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I knew "Shakes McGoo." I met him while visiting a nursing home a few years ago. Boy, what irony--he never mentioned the fur switch. That's really very disillusioning.
Anyways, the afternoon after I met Shakes, I found myself on the run from the police, framed for a murder I didn't commit. Fortunately, Shakes had coached me in his secret lock-picking technique. I was able to use this new skill to uncover the evidence needed to reveal the identity of the real killer.
Coincedentally, the real killer was a hit man working for the Yakuza. The whole crime involved a plot that would have culminated with a giant robotic Siberian Tiger attacking Washington DC. Fortunately, I was able to foil this plot, thus saving hundreds of thousands of innocent lives.
I knew "Shakes McGoo." I met him while visiting a nursing home a few years ago. Boy, what irony--he never mentioned the fur switch. That's really very disillusioning.
Anyways, the afternoon after I met Shakes, I found myself on the run from the police, framed for a murder I didn't commit. Fortunately, Shakes had coached me in his secret lock-picking technique. I was able to use this new skill to uncover the evidence needed to reveal the identity of the real killer.
Coincedentally, the real killer was a hit man working for the Yakuza. The whole crime involved a plot that would have culminated with a giant robotic Siberian Tiger attacking Washington DC. Fortunately, I was able to foil this plot, thus saving hundreds of thousands of innocent lives.
Hey, I remember that. I was in DC at the time. What most people don't know is that the Siberian Tiger Robot was merely a decoy. The actual plot involved attacking the Smithsonian with squirrels. The Yakuza had been hired by Joshua Norton I, who had been recently revived via voodoo.
So, the squirrels were comin' down from the sky while the Siberian Tiger was raging around. Me and McGuffin were surrounded by evil zombies. Then, I remembered my trusty billy club, and using that and McGuffin's egg sandwich that he had packed for lunch, I constructed an anti-Voodoo Laser beam, which freed the squirrels from their mind control, and stopped the zombies. And that's how me and McGuffin saved Christmas.
\/ Huzzah! I'm free from JackAssterson's signature!
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Hey, I remember that. I was in DC at the time. What most people don't know is that the Siberian Tiger Robot was merely a decoy. The actual plot involved attacking the Smithsonian with squirrels. The Yakuza had been hired by Joshua Norton I, who had been recently revived via voodoo.
So, the squirrels were comin' down from the sky while the Siberian Tiger was raging around. Me and McGuffin were surrounded by evil zombies. Then, I remembered my trusty billy club, and using that and McGuffin's egg sandwich that he had packed for lunch, I constructed an anti-Voodoo Laser beam, which freed the squirrels from their mind control, and stopped the zombies. And that's how me and McGuffin saved Christmas.
Hey! I had an uncle in DC at that time. He was infected by the ambient radiation from your anti-Voodoo Laser beam and now he's become a Reverse Zombie.
I'd explain what a Reverse Zombie is, but it's really something you have to see for yourself.
Hey! I had an uncle in DC at that time. He was infected by the ambient radiation from your anti-Voodoo Laser beam and now he's become a Reverse Zombie.
I'd explain what a Reverse Zombie is, but it's really something you have to see for yourself.
*With special thanks to Steven Baldwin, for starring in crappy, crappy movies.
Oh man, the Reverse Zombies. That takes me back to that one time me and McGuffin were in Chicago that one time. We was goin' ta check out the clubs, y'see, because it seemed like the thing to do.
Turned out the Yakuza weren't too happy about us using our Anti-Voodoo Laser Beam to defeat their plans, so they whipped up this anti-Zombie virus, and sicced the anti-Zombies at us.
But something went wrong. McGuffin and I got exposed to the Anti-Zombie ray, giving us powers over matter and energy. We then shot a Positive Zombie ray at the Anti-Zombies, because everyone knows that Positive charge repels cloud of negative charge. It's scientific fact!
So we saved Chicago, and that's why McGuffin don't talk much no more.
\/ Huzzah! I'm free from JackAssterson's signature!
..()
../\
*With special thanks to Steven Baldwin, for starring in crappy, crappy movies.
Oh man, the Reverse Zombies. That takes me back to that one time me and McGuffin were in Chicago that one time. We was goin' ta check out the clubs, y'see, because it seemed like the thing to do.
Turned out the Yakuza weren't too happy about us using our Anti-Voodoo Laser Beam to defeat their plans, so they whipped up this anti-Zombie virus, and sicced the anti-Zombies at us.
But something went wrong. McGuffin and I got exposed to the Anti-Zombie ray, giving us powers over matter and energy. We then shot a Positive Zombie ray at the Anti-Zombies, because everyone knows that Positive charge repels cloud of negative charge. It's scientific fact!
So we saved Chicago, and that's why McGuffin don't talk much no more.
That must have been about the time the Cubs signed up an Anti-Zombie to play second base for them. Man, they almost took the pennet that year, but then the Anti-Zombie's arm fell off while trying to field a hard-hit grounder with two outs in the 9th during the last game of the season.
I saw that game. I tried to get the Anti-Zombie's autograph on my program after the game, but what with his missing arm he wasn't able to sign it.
That must have been about the time the Cubs signed up an Anti-Zombie to play second base for them. Man, they almost took the pennet that year, but then the Anti-Zombie's arm fell off while trying to field a hard-hit grounder with two outs in the 9th during the last game of the season.
I saw that game. I tried to get the Anti-Zombie's autograph on my program after the game, but what with his missing arm he wasn't able to sign it.
Hey, you're talkin' about Mitch. After the whole arm thing ruined his career, he went on to become a world class archaeologist, thanks to his Anti-Zombie powers.
One time, Mitch, me, and McGuffin, we found this whatchamjigger in this Ancient Phoenician Temple. I tol' Mitch not to press the button, but his hearin' weren't too good. Anti-Zombie ears, y'know. Next thing we know, a Giant, Three-Headed Hitler came out from under the temple, and went on to terrorize Cream while they were in concert, since they were still together in those days. So I jumped up on stage, grabbed one o' Ginger Baker's drumsticks, and threw it at the Three Headed Hitler, and took out one of his eyes.
And that's why I'm not allowed at Sea World no more.
\/ Huzzah! I'm free from JackAssterson's signature!
..()
../\
Hey, you're talkin' about Mitch. After the whole arm thing ruined his career, he went on to become a world class archaeologist, thanks to his Anti-Zombie powers.
One time, Mitch, me, and McGuffin, we found this whatchamjigger in this Ancient Phoenician Temple. I tol' Mitch not to press the button, but his hearin' weren't too good. Anti-Zombie ears, y'know. Next thing we know, a Giant, Three-Headed Hitler came out from under the temple, and went on to terrorize Cream while they were in concert, since they were still together in those days. So I jumped up on stage, grabbed one o' Ginger Baker's drumsticks, and threw it at the Three Headed Hitler, and took out one of his eyes.
And that's why I'm not allowed at Sea World no more.
Speaking of Hitler, I went time travelling last week. I managed to alter history so that the Allies won World War II.
Of course, none of you now remember the horrible society we were all trapped in before I changed history, so I don't get so much as a single "thank you." Gee whiz.
It has snowed 10" every day for the past week. In the morning I climb out of a second floor window and ski ten miles to work. All the students have attended claas every day and were not late.
It has snowed 10" every day for the past week. In the morning I climb out of a second floor window and ski ten miles to work. All the students have attended claas every day and were not late.
A good tall story, but it doesn't relate to the previous one, which is part of the challenge.
Besides, that just sounds like an average day in Chicago.
It has snowed 10" every day for the past week. In the morning I climb out of a second floor window and ski ten miles to work. All the students have attended claas every day and were not late.
And Thats How we defeated Hitler.
The Tall Tale was the part about the students attending all classes.
I remember when I got snowed in for two straight years when I was visiting relatives in Alaska. I eventually had to eat my 9-year-old nephew in order to survive, but what the hey.
I was finally rescued by Santa Claus on Christmas Eve, who gave me a ride back home in his sleigh.