Bartholomew Hunt

— Well, Higgins the floor is yours.
— This particular event happened last summer on my uncle's farm in Virginia. My brother and I had just finished cutting a field of hay and were enjoying the evening meal under the shade of an elm tree. He went down for water by the creek and when he was gone, I took a bowl that was filled with delicious plum pudding and placed into it, not one, but two large pieces of sheep shit. When he returned I encouraged him to taste the plum pudding... And as sure as Im standing before you, he did! He ate it all. Shit Pudding!
— You got your brother to eat sheep dung.
— Ha ha ha, yes.
— That is a very interesting story.
— Tell him the ending, that's the best part.
— Oh yeah. To be perfectly honest with you sir, I have no brother. It was me. I ate sheep shit! Swear to God.
— Clever twist there on the ending.