"Oh, my uncle..."
I did know someone - in the times of teh puberty, when some felt the need to prove themselves, to belong to a group - who always told 'relevant' stories about members of his family. So whenever we discussed, say for instance, an action movie with, say, Schwarzenegger, this guy would always interrupt the conversation saying that he had an uncle who 'lived in the tropics', and 'had similar fights with local guerrila troops'. Ofcourse, this sort of thing would have boosted him up in the ranks of coolness, where it not that he kept doing it so often and with such exaggerated, over the top stories, that we had calculated him to having 48 uncles, 9 grandfathers and 52 nephews. All of which were ,at some point in there life, in the navy, the army, the secret service, dealt coke, growed papaver in afghanistan, shook hands with the queen, served under patton in italy, and so forth.

I believe we confronted him with the statistics we had accumulated over the years. I can't remember if it made an impact, though he never told the stories again.
( c_kick or, as some people call him, Fri 30 Nov 2007, 8:40, Reply)