Three friends, a German, a Japanese and a Pinoy are sitting around a campfire, out on the lonesome prairie. A night of tall tales begins.
The German says, “I must be the meanest, toughest person there is. Why, just the other day, a bull got loose in the corral and gored six men before I wrestled it to the ground, by the horns, with my bare hands.”
The Japanese can’t stand to be bested. “Why that’s nothing. I was walking down the trail yesterday and a fifteen foot rattler slid out from under a rock and made a move for me. I grabbed that snake with my barehands, bit its head off, and sucked the poison down in one gulp. And I’m still here today.”
The Pinoy remained silent, walking around on burning coals with bare feet.