Caught in a Web of Lies
I probably should not have bragged to our nephew Mark that I have a viking broad sword. First he wanted to know if it was bloody and if he could whack it against a tree for practice. I told him I always polish the blood off after pillaging and that it would just sever the tree right in half due to its finely honed double-sided blade. He said I should get it out and show it to him. Right now. I said that I kept my broad sword in the basement of our apartment building. He said we should go down and get it. I said that it was locked up down there. He said, somewhat disdainfully, to just remember to take the key down with us. I said that after, ummm, 7:10pm on Friday the guards close down the basement for the whole weekend. No entry until Monday morning. He said it was only 7:12 and maybe we could act all nice and the guard would let us in. I said the guards were extremely punctual and definitely not. 7:10, done. He said then we had no choice but to get some knock-out s