This sad little lizard told me that he was a brontosaurus on his mother's side.
I did not laugh; people who boast of ancestry often have little else to sustain them.
Humoring them costs nothing and adds to happiness in a world in which happiness is always in short supply.
Lazarus Long
May I boast of my descendants without being scooped up into the pile of bores?
Funny, I know that's RAH, but the first part sounds a bit like something from Archy and Mehitabel, by an author whose first name was Don, can't for the life of me remember his last name.
He was an early 20th century newsman/columnist.