And you call me gullible

I'm reading a book called Agnes Bowker's Cat. It has to do with Witchcraft in early modern England and anyway, one of the stories it discusses is about the girl Agnes Bowker and how she lied to everyone in the 1500s and told them all she had sex with a crazy big animal of some kind and then gave birth to a cat.

And guys, there were a bunch of people in the room and somehow there was a dead cat on the floor but the point is, while there were people who were skeptical and she did later recant her story, there were people who actually believed she had given birth to a cat.

You can make fun of me all you want for not understanding sarcasm and never understanding when someone is joking or telling a white lie, but from now on whenever someone thinks I am being ridiculous I am simply going to respond "Agnes Bowker's Cat" in an effort to remind you that there was, at some point, a group of people capable of believing even more outrageous stories than I do.