I used to be quite gullible
And believed all the tales my ex-best friend told me, until I realised she was a pathological liar.

However, my story isn't about that.

My story begins with me and my two friends from high school watching Texas Chainsaw Massacre. At the beginning, where the hitch-hiking girl eats the gun and blows off the back of her head, viewers are shown a lovely shot of the back of said head.

"Ha," Says I (we were very much into taking the mick out of poor films, in our own weird, surreal little way) "it looks like there's a possum inside her head."

We caught onto this idea, and made up, between the three of us, the whole back story to these 'brain possums' (like I said, we were weird), How they would sneak into people's heads, through the ears, reside in the brain for a bit, and then cause the head to explode, so they could get out and move onto the next unsuspecting victim.

Purely for our own amusement, it was quite blatantly made up. Or so you would think.

One of my friends made a passing comment about brain possums in drama class, and was asked to explain by the other(15 and 16 year olds, I might add) kids.

Almost all of them believed her tale of the new species of possums and got intensely scared, clamping their hands over their ears and vowing never to go near anything that looked even remotely rodent like ever again, until my friend stopped laughing enough to tell them it was all made up.

It took quite a lot of persuasion to persuade them to believe that it was all a fantasy.

I can't decide whether that is being gullible, or just downright stupid.
(Applebite Uh! A cow!, Tue 26 Aug 2008, 20:40, 1 reply)

I'd go for stupid
but click anyway.
(ThomsonsPier consumes, Wed 27 Aug 2008, 9:59, closed)