Reminds me of one time I was playing golf with a guy that kept talking through the entire round about his nice new Porsche red 911s to the point that we were all sick of hearing about it.
When we were finished, he wanted to show it to us.
In the parking lot looking at the car while he stuffed his clubs in the front "trunk". Then he slammed the hood and a nice big chunk of red paint landed at my feet. And what do you know? There was the head of a 4 iron peeking out through the top of the hood!
