My daughter sent me this tonight:

Facebook will start charging you a monthly fee if you don’t take off all of your clothes and go to your nearest grocery store then run up and down the aisles shouting “I’m a pretty caterpillar, and I dance in puddles made of hippopotamus tears!” You must do this by midnight tonight if you don’t want to be charged the fee! GO… NOW… HURRY!!! (stolen)

This is exactly the kind of thing the locals would take literally. They would be very proud of themselves for recognizing it as a falsehood (assuming they didn’t actually believe it).