> > - and a better class of urban myth than the usual alligator in the sewer / hook handed man on lovers lane / honest politician (what, you never heard that one? shame, I was hoping *you'd* tell *me*)
> > somebody else please keep this chain of improbabilities going. I've got a few myself that a close personal friend of a relative of an aquaintance could swear to if I only knew where they are these days...
> > - or at least tell me which is morally superior, the urban myth or the rural, and give 3 examples
>
> Well my favorite was the woman who gave her dog a bath, put it in the microwave to dry it off, and it exploded. Gross, evil, yet more compelling than the others.
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> Spider-deadpuppiesarn'tmuchfun-Boy


My favorite is still the 1992 myth of the jet rocket-assisted Chevy Impala, found embedded in the side of a cliff in Arizona. The crazy mental image it gives of a lone, mysterious, smoldering wreck in the desert immediately evokes an ultimate "Wile E. Coyote" mystique. The punchline has a particularly nice touch: "He was doing 250-300 mph when he came to that curve... The brakes were completely burned away, apparently from trying to slow the car." A very effective visceral tale that makes you WANT to believe it. Heh :-)

Wolfspirit