What’s the silliest thing you’ve convinced someone of?

Bretrick

Bretrick

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I convinced someone that a beautiful Christmas Beetle was a highly toxic Japanese Kuwagata Bug.
That they carry the Protozoan Chromalveolata Parasite, Trypanosomiasis.
That their spittle, in which the Trypanosomiasis Parasite lives dissolves the skin and slowly necrotizes, as well as fasciitises from the inside out.
I also convinced them that the Necrotizing Trypanosomiasises saliva is Bioluminescent so all those Stenotrophomonas maltophilia that roam the darkness seeking Bioluminescent entities will lock onto anyone showing this bioluminescence.
Absolutely true and absolutely a load of crock. :LOL:
 

We have here in the US a day called "April Fools Day" where something like this can occur on that day. I remember years ago, someone said something silly to me on an April fools Day: "The Boss wants you in his office. I heard he's been firing people today." I still remember the scared feeling I had when I heard this. I was ready to go to the office, but of course, my coworker burst out laughing, saying "April fools!"😁

But I wouldn't do this to someone just for no reason - because then they won't believe me in the future if I am saying the truth.
 
When I was very young and going to Sunday school they announced that they were going to have a strawberry festival on the following Saturday.
All were welcome and we could bring friends. The proceeds were to go to some cause which I can't remember.
My girlfriend and I decided to ask a friend of ours from public school if she would like to go.
She was Catholic and had never been to a Protestant church but wanted to go.
As we were walking to the church we told her that we all had to take most of our clothes off before we could go in and they would inspect our underwear.
The poor girl was almost hysterical by the time we got to the church before we finally told her the truth.
 

I once convinced a co worker that the only sporting way for me to hunt a deer was to put your clothes in an apple barrel for about 3 months so they get that sweet apple smell to them, then climb a tree in an apple orchard and when the proper size buck showed up below, Jump down, land on his back and cut his throat with a knife and ride him to the ground. :ROFLMAO: :ROFLMAO:
Sad part is he believed me.
Another time, I convinced someone that I owned the only prototype Corvair ever built that came with a rear mounted V8 engine. :rolleyes:
Probably the biggest whopper was when I told a friend in school that in order to hang out with us, he had to pass the initiation which involved laying in the wash out ditch that ran under the railroad tracks and let the train run over you, and feel the tracks bouncing on your chest. :eek: He actually did it, so we let him in our club.
 
When I was 20, I drove an old car that had a hidden foot pedal that made the windshield wipers wipe the windshield once each time the pedal was pressed.
I told my date that my car was the only car in the world that had a voice-activated wiper that only worked with MY voice.
She didn't believe me, so I told her to say, "Wipe my windshield." Of course, nothing happened.
Then I said, "Wipe my windshield once." The wipers went across once.
Then, I said, "Wipe my windshield twice." The wipers went across twice.
I looked at her. She stared at me with her mouth open, in total shock. :giggle:

A few years ago, I had a first date. Without saying anything, I turned the seat heater on her seat on "High."
A minute later, she had a surprised look on her face & she said, "Hey, what the hell is going on.....my butt's getting really hot!"
I said, "That happens to lots 'o women when they're out with me, baby!"
 
I rented a car with two of my business counterparts. One sat in the front with me and another in the back. We had the radio on XM, which displays the name of the song and the artist. We named the artist and song every time a new song was playing and the person in the back seat couldn't believe we knew every one. We finally told her our secret. :LOL:
 
My husband had an out-of-print (used) bookstore. I pretended to be an addled lady, and called him to order a book. He spent 15 minutes on the phone with me, trying to convince me (very politely) that I could not pay with a B&N gift card. I was doing this on the spur of the moment, and I don't recall how I kept the conversation going. He came home and said, "You aren't going to believe what happened today!". He started to tell his story, and the kids burst out laughing. "It was Mom." No it wasn't, he said. So I talked to him in the addled lady's voice, and he believed us.

It always surprises people when I can fool them by using different voices.

Another time (35 years ago), I worked for a very large, international company. I closed myself in my office, and called our accounts payable clerk on her outside line. I told her I was the owner's wife, and would get the company in the divorce. (This divorce was highly publicized in the papers and on TV news.) Meanwhile, she should not pay any bills, or I would fire her when I took over. This conversation took awhile so the clerk would understand that it was My Money, and she wasn't to spend it, or there would be hell to pay.

This horrifying state of affairs got around a bunch of departments in the company. I got involved in that, too, as my horrified self, of course. Finally, the secretary to the VP said she was going to call him to ask about this, but she was worried because he was in a meeting. He had zero sense of humor, so I confessed. The secretary would have borne the brunt of his displeasure. Otherwise, I could have kept my mouth shut and gotten away with it.
 
Way back in my late teenage years, a group of us were in a pub for a quiet drink. Above the bar was an antiquated TV and the picture was rather distorted and stretched at the top. When the news came on, the newsreader appeared to have a high slightly pointed head.
One of our group who was always making jokes, said to (let's call him Bob), I never knew he (the newsreader) was a fascist.
Bob asked why he thought that. Because of the high forehead. Nonsense said Bob. No, fascist was a medical term caused when the soft bones in the skull were compressed during a difficult birth. We joined in with various examples, such as the person who invented the top hat, or the lady who popularised the beehive hairstyle to disguise their pointed head.

Poor Bob got very annoyed when we coined the phrase "Pointed head fascist git" because it was insulting to people with high foreheads.
He was even more annoyed when he eventually realised that he was the victim of our joke.
 
I have done some very naughty things to my fellow man and I would like to forget some of it. But I’ll tell you one episode in my life that is worth repeating.

I was in a small town called Las Vegas, New Mexico and I stopped to get a bite to eat in a little diner. I ordered a hamburger and “french fries” and when the food came I decided to play a trick on the waitress. I put on a French accent and asked her why those are called “French” fries. She thought for a second and replied that she didn’t know. I told her that they are not French at all (which is true) but I continued by telling her that “we” don’t have them in France. She was bewildered at that news. I decided to go one step further by picking up the longest “fry” on my plate, held it by the tip straight upright and asked, “And how do you grow potatoes like this?” The poor girl felt sorry for me and proceeded to explain to me how they are normal potatoes but cut into lengths. I was dying of laughter inside but I didn’t tell her it was all a hoax so as not to make her feel stupid. I am a very bad boy. :)
 
Alcohol is a diuretic, which means that it promotes diuresis, the increased production of urine. Some years ago we were at a rather select, upmarket hotel, dancing in some contest. All dressed up in dinner jacket, white tie and tails, I went to the bar for a glass of wine. The choice was limited, you can take that as there wasn't enough French wines, but the young lady serving me was promoting the Pinot brand like she had shares in the company.

Members here know that in the pronunciation of Pinot, the letter 'T' is silent, so for the benefit of lurkers Pinot is pronounced Pea-know. Wine buffs also know that the Pinot grape originated in France (it's from the Burgundian Pinot family), and is known as Pinot Gris in France, where it is most cultivated in Alsace. Across the border in Italy it is known as Pinot Grigio.

Being aware that the Italian made Pinot wine came from a French grape, ( yes I'm a wine snob,} I asked the young lady if they stocked the Pinot wine that had been produced especially for the elderly. She looked confused, I explained that as we get older, control of our bladder becomes less easy, so most older people only indulge in their favourite tipple when they know that they are safely near the toilets or bathroom.

She looked at me as though waiting an explanation, so I told her that wine, like any alcoholic drink, is diuretic, I then defined diuretic. She listened intently, "alcohol causes you to make excess urine," I told her, "it's nature's way of ridding your body of something that might cause damage," She seemed both surprised, and yet understood that had to be right.

Seeing that she was so gullible, I went on the explain that the Pinot range, which included, Pinot blanc (bianco,) Pinot gris (grigio,) Pinot noir (nero.) There is also a Pinot Meunier also known as Schwarzriesling. It's a variety of red wine grape most noted for being one of the three main varieties used in the production of Champagne.

"So how can Pinot wine benefit older people?" She asked. "Simple," I replied, "it's all in the fermentation," then went on to say that you can't mistake the variety because it's called: "Pinot More." She did a face palm, then a giggle and then she said: "That was very good, I believed every word."
 
I convinced my daughter when she was very young that bad dreams were caused by having a full bladder. If she woke up in the night I would take her to the toilet and as I flushed I would say, "There, the bad dream is gone now and won't come back". She would then go to sleep calmly and we both got a good night's sleep. It wasn't until she started training to be a nurse that she woke up to my deceit.
 
Wasn't silly, but, it got the job done. I was working on a Caterpillar excavator and we needed a new.hydraulic valve assembly. Called Caterpillar and they promised one for that weekend.
Come Saturday I waited and of course, no part. I got on the phone and claimed to be the vice president of the company and started chewing out the counter person about how I had a crew on overtime standing around and this was unacceptable. :eek: He put his boss on and with many an apologetic stutter told me they'd take one off the new machine on their lot and to send someone to come and get it.
I fixed the machine and all was good... I thought. Someone in the shop told the Cat people what had happened and they were mad. That Monday, I was called into the presidents office and I was sure I'd be fired. However, I told the president that me being a lowly mechanic would never have gotten their attention. But, a vice president would. I was merely looking out for our well being. There was a short pause, then he said... well... don't do that again. Now, everyone in the shop was waiting to see me come out and load my tools and head for home. Instead, as I was leaving the presidents office, I swiped his name tag from the desk, pinned it on my shirt, and when I got back to the shop, I pointed at the tag and told them I'd been made president. :) (y)
 

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