Tell an Outrageous Lie about the Previous Poster, Vol. III

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…"from fossilised Mammoths…some people,like (name removed by moderator) ,are obsessed with collecting such rare oddities
and Greenfeilds makes a killing in profits!
 
Greenfields, aka ‘Hogcalling Sally’, is an accomplished pool player…she spent years - decades - completing a set of balls made entirely of her own toenail clippings, held together with Elmer’s Glue, hand-sanded to perfect spheres, and hand-painted and polished to perfection.
She recently defeated Brother Gov in a hard-fought, close game…after he congratulated her on her victory and left, she let loose with a loud, high pitched “SOOOOEEEEE”…much to her dismay, her pool balls were reduced to dust by her victory celebration…
 
Boldlygo comes from Lapland and raises deer for milk.
It costs him 20litres of the stuff to catch the local bus that so often breaks down in snowdrifts .After 3 hours of very slow travel crammed between other hearders,he finally arrives at civilisation to use the library computer ,just to hassle Greenfields.When he’s finished his cruel fabrications his splashes out and buys a cup of coffee for himself …even a cookie!
He chuckles happily over his milk pail for an entire week at his own meanness …🦌
 
Hey…wait a minute…you’re supposed to tell lies on this thread…

Greenfields, aka Hogcalling Sally, is well known here in Lapland…she came to Lapland at the height of her fame [see post #235] as part of a relief effort…she donated some of her high-fashion ‘Omar the Tentmaker’ gowns to the cause, and they’re now used as emergency shelters by the reindeer herders during blizzards…
 
Boldlygo knows Greenfields from back in the days when Greenfields used to,ahem, work at the Heavenly greens gentleman’s golf club.And the alleged meanness is really a ploy by Boldlygo and Greenfields. Boldlygo’s lies are really love notes in some form of code, obviously
 
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Boldlygo knows Greenfields from back in the days when Greenfields used to,ahem, work at the Heavenly greens gentleman’s golf club.And the alleged meanness is really a ploy by Boldlygo and Greenfields. Boldlygo’s lies are really love notes in some form of code, obviously
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Post # 283 must some kind of sign. I have one of these motors and do not know where to put it. Son’s farm boy drift truck. or stuff it in a 2009 colorado with a dead motor.
 
‘TheLegend’, an 8-foot tall, 450lb sasquatch, finally figured out what to do with his 283…he modified the frame on his dirt bike to accommodate the beast, and put on an oversized rim and rear tire…took it to the dirt track, and was somewhat surprised when the torque caused the rear tire to dig a crater into the track.
All was not lost…he took it home, put studs on the tire, and used the modified dirt bike to dig trenches for planting potatoes.
 
Boldlygo hunts Sasquatches ,tracking them through the snow for their pelts…
 
That’s ridiculous…some of my best friends are sasquatches…

Greenfields, on the other hand, does hunt sasquatches…since her first encounter, in Lapland, she has admired their long auburn hair…
She tracks them, waits for them to go to sleep, then carefully clips hair from several areas…she’s been selling auburn wigs on the internet for several months now…
 
Boldlygo befriends Sasquaches when he’s eaten too much and can’t be bothered to go out hunting.
He still believes in the old ways of preparing pelts for tanning by chewing them with his motorised false teeth…
ok,a little modern twist to an old method.
 
Greenfields is actually related to the great Sasquatch hunter Boris “Sassy” Quatches. That’s how she has inside info on this great beast.
 
…on his branches .(name removed by moderator) was out for a stroll in the woods a few months back and took a keen interest
because he’s always experimenting with adding new flavours to his home style soups 🍵
 
Greenfields, aka Hogcalling Sally, stopped at the abbey to check out Brother Gov’s new homestyle soups…the first, and only, soup she tried was the habanero-garlic-kumquat-limburger soup, which was still simmering…the double-barreled heat scorched all the way down, and the resulting scream shattered every stained-glass window in the abbey…she escaped by breathing in the general direction of the pursuing monks, who were overcome by the garlic-limburger ‘aroma’…she’s gone through three bottles of Listerine trying to get rid of the taste…
 
(why do I always feel an aprehension when I see notification you replied ?😬 )

…one of the unaffected monks eyes glittered greenly in his cowl as he shoved bodies out of the way to run after Greenfields …The other unconsious monks would have fainted if they hadn’t already,at the forked tounge that flickered out of the cowl…and long scaly lizard tail that lashed on the pavers angrily smashing what ever was smash able…looking back ,I Greenfields screamed in pure terror .
 
Govenator is at an all boys school of Deportment and Etiquette as his mother’s last attempts to turn out a civilised Young Man of Fortune and Inheritence,
but alas he has snuck away to the boiler room to let off steam and expletives and to taunt poor Maxmillian the Innocent on his cell phone.
 
Tut tut…🤔 terrible ,terrible image Governater,very dissapointed in you…you forgot the Tabasco sauce mate.
An old trick (name removed by moderator) and I discovered in a village
bar in South America…sitting between Gouchos smelling of horse sweat.Guinea pig,coated in Tabasco sauce down the hatch followed by fermented mares milk.
 
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