Aw-right now, let's look at that "unpronouncable" thread just one more time. Surely you aren't going to let me get away with that! Nobody called my hand on that story and my feelings are hurt. You all (plural of you) should know my brand of bull-oney by now. How much of that was true and how much was fabricated? First, I had never heard that name before -- what was it? -- Ueyhai, or something. But the places mentioned are really there. And my dad had a store and one of the clerks was named Eunice something-or-other. And a big mean girl really did shove me off that fence. How did you think my brain got this way?
Anyhow, it knocked the wind out of me and I saw stars, and there was a bump on the back of my head, but I don't have the slightest idea what her name was. That was more than 50 years ago. It seems like she had straight black hair. She might even have been Polish.
I invented the brothers, including the one who worked in a coal mine until he got drafted. I thought it was a nice touch. There was a combined car shop and welding shop somewhere over about Combs, but I don't know who ran it.
One more thing. I may pull your leg a little, but when I do, I'll own up to it. If I don't, you can take it to the bank.

Did you count the cliche's in that? I know it's a sign of poor composition, but I like them.
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