I would have taken $10 for that fleabag, but along came this woman with no money sense who is now the proud owner of the lyingest dog that ever lived: Slick Willy
In barbershops, even the most sanctimonious listeners accept professional grade lying as entertaining tall tales.
One day, while Larry the barber clipped the white scraggly hackles festooning my haggard old head, he related a tall tale, after which one of the waiting customers said, “Reed, you make a living out of lying by writing stories that never fall within the realm of truthfulness; tell us one that will top Larry’s.”
“I’ll bet the cost of this haircut that he can’t,” Larry boasted.