I went school with a guy who initials are MG. he told so many lies that we coined the phrase " dude you're MG'in me" when you thought somebody was blowin smoke. He once shot a ten point with his bow. The arrow went through and stuck a 12 lb bass to the bank of a pond. Once he lit brush pile and the flames got so high it burned the power lines in two.

I onced worked with a guy that i would put up against anybody in the art of bull crap. He once shot down a Columbian drug plane with a .22 pistol, caught so many crappie they changed the limit on Wiess lake. Shot 8 deer in one spot. One would flop and another would come see what was goin on till he got 8. One time he brought so much beer back from Florida ( who brings it back) that the truck was squatting. He got pulled over in Center and arrested. In the middle of the night they broke out of jail and got his truck out of impound and hid it in a secret room built out of hay bales in his pawpaws barn. They got bigger the longer you listened. We got to toppin his tales just to see how far he would go.

Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?