This has to be one of the best bar stories of all time, and my apologies if I don’t get this right.
Dakota (a friend of mine) knew this kid that claimed his father was a pilot during the Bay of Pigs invasion. Part one of his story:
My dad was called to active duty and was ordered to fly to Playa Girón to drop some bombs on Cuba. But the thing was… he wasn’t allowed to bring a map. But he really needed a map, so he hid it in his butt.
He couldn’t bring a map of Cuba to Cuba in case he was caught going to the place he had a map of how to get to? Moving on to paht two:
So as my dad was closing in on his target, hand ready to pull the lever, a call came in over his radio… ”Tahm, don’t drop tha bahms!’ It was President Kennedy!
So according to this kid, not only was his father one of the very few Americans involved in the invasion, but JFK was on a first name basis with him.
Hence the new phrase for you – “map in the ass.” It’s code for “a lie pulled out of your ass.”
Another item of discussion – what is the layout of the office on The Office?
This is the best version I’ve found online (and it’s not 100% up-to-date):
Here’s the map I pulled out of my ass:
HAHAHA! Dakota’s friend is a good friend we went to High School with. To this day, he denies ever telling this story but their are several witnesses.
He’s no Minkus, for sure!
Eimai poly perifanh pou exw tetiuoos filous se authn thn polh Tha pernaw na to tsekarw syxna Den symmeteixa dystyxws auth th fora .Opote to mono pou mporw na kanw einai to abafter creation servicebb. Se ka8e periptwsh EYXARISTOUME OLOUS SAS!