• GoosLife@lemmy.world
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      1 year ago

      Last week, I was watching a live taping of a comedy podcast, where a couple of journalists tell crazy stories from history.

      They were doing the story of serial scammer, Frank Abergnale, aka the guy Leonardo DiCaprio plays in Catch Me If You Can. The problem with this story is that Frank Abergnale might be full of shit in his own right, as the only source for much of his story is based on his self-biography, which is very likely not true.

      The hosts take turns researching and telling the stories, while the other one listens. This week, the storyteller was the lactose intolerant guy. So, because he knew his story was gonna be a lot of bullshit, he had brought a packet of 18 cheap cheeses. So if the listening host got a whiff of this being a lie, he would be able to call bullshit, and the storytelling host would have to eat one of the cheeses as punishment on behalf of Mr. Abergnale.

      All this to say that this comment made me realize, we still have jesters and flatulists today. We just call them comedians and podcast hosts.

      • FantasmaNaCasca@lemmy.world
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        1 year ago

        Life will not be the same after this.
        A close elevator is now an excusite art gallery.

        My basketball team used to do great fart performances in the van before the out-games. Truly amazing people. Material for Fartronauts.

  • Old_Dude@lemmy.world
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    1 year ago

    One jump, one whistle, and one fart was the highest level of entertainment at the time I guess. I’m glad human entertainment has evolved beyond the humor level of my six year old son.

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    1 year ago

    Imagine being the king, and you’ve got that one friend you want to put on payroll, but their only claim to fame is farting.