Sometimes I think I got a certain talent from someone.

Most likely my father.

Specifically the talent to keep a straight face while I am feeding someone a total line of complete BS.

One night at dinner I mentioned that I had read somewhere that Thanksgiving had been celebrated in December.

'I know," said Dad. "They changed that because the Plymouth merchants all complained that it cut down on the number of shopping days  until Christmas."

"Really?" asked my mother. I was agog.

At least for a few seconds I was. Then I figured it out. There were no shopping centers in 1621. I did, however manage to keep a straight face.

"The merchants really raised hell with the Pilgrims about that," he finished.

A few minutes later Mom figured it out.

Anyway a while back one of the young bucks on one of the tugs asked me what else I had done for a living.

I told him I had been a pornographic movie actor so casually that it just HAD to be true.

"Really?" he asked and I knew I had a live one on the hook.

My shipmate's eyes clicked on me for a nanosecond and then he turned his head to keep his smirk from letting the cat out of the bag.

I won't post the conversation here even though it was outrageous and totally believable.  The family reads this and I promised my sister I'd keep it clean.

I did casually mention that the actresses loved me because my member was a normal size and with me they didn't feel like they were being assaulted by a two foot long chunk of balogna.

Suffice to say the young lad probably went straight to the nearest computer and went looking for old porn to see if I was really in it.

Hook line and sinker.



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