There was a Tasmanian farmer that went to the U.S. to a farming convention. While there he started chatting to an Oklahoman farmer. The Oklahoman was bragging about his farm. He said " I can get in my car and drive all day and still not reach the end of my farm". The Tassie replied,"yeah, I used to have a car like that years ago".
The Tassie farmer and Okie farmer sat down to have a beer
and swap more lies when a Toronto farmer approached and sat down.
The Okie asked "What's Toronto famous for growing"?
The Toronto farmer looked amazed and said the only thing we grow there is "diverse".
We grow more diverse each day than anywhere else in the world.
The Tassie and Okie shook his hand because they knew
another "real" farmer had joined their little group.
The conversation finally got around to food.
The Tassie farmer said his specialty was drop bear stew,
the Okie chimed in with his "world famous" buffalo BBQ.
The Toronto farmer said his specialty was a diverse cuisine
with elements from all over the world.
Once they were all good an drunk, he admitted
that his ethnic specialty was in reality a lot less glamorous.
Turns out he was a homeless person and the only thing he grew, was tired.
He grew tired of Toronto, the cold, the endless winters,
and his specialty was collecting garbage from all over the downtown Toronto area
assemble it into a hobo stew that was really rather pleasing to the taste buds.
The Tassie farmer drunk as a hoot owl admitted that he too was a wandering hobo.
The Okie stood up, excused himself, left the restaurant unobserved,
leaving the other two fellows to foot the bill.
climbed under his cardboard box and called it a night.
Moral of the story?
You can't B.S. and ole B.S.er.