My wife was the webmaster (or webmistress, I suppose) of her church, and received a Nigerian scam e-mail. This was about five years ago, and neither or us had ever seen such a thing before. Luckily, she had enough good sense to forward the e-mail to the pastor, who had none.
Also, when I was very young the tampered Halloween candy UL ran rampant. Every Halloween my father would inspect each and every piece of candy.
My mother falls for ULs via e-mail all the time.
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In 1980 when I was 10 my aunt in Minnesota told us a friend had a little dog follow her home, which ate the cat & turned out to be a Norwegian ship rat, similar to the Mexican rat story. Now how a ship from Norway crossed land & came to be sitting in one of the Great Lakes on the banks of Minnesota, she never did say.
My college bf tried to say that the secret sauce story happened to a friend of his, except it was only her bf who worked in the kitchen that did it, not a bunch of strangers. And a friend of his found the vintage vette, & he even got to go for a ride in it! Sadly enough, those were the mild lies he told & not even the real whoppers.
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My mother used to tell, very seriously, a Halloween-candy variant about a woman who carefully inspected all her kids' candy and made them throw out anything that wasn't securely wrapped: "But there were two little cinnamon red-hots, and she ate those herself. Well, those two little red-hots had so much LSD in them that she was never the same again."
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