I've noticed a trend. Recently Sasquatch has become very hip, happening, NOW. I decided to do a bit of groovy investigation. My close, personal, admirererer Barry Doyle sent me this informative guide and Big Foot listening device:
I staked out the local bakery and hunkered down for surveillance and samples. I turned up this:
and this:
and this:
....I forgot what I'm talking about...
Oh, that's right, Big Foot.
I was flat out exhausted from my surveillance. I went home for a nice lie down. I was shocked, shocked I tell you, to find evidence of Sasquatch right in our very home!
I knew that wouldn't be enough evidence for you skepticing people. I stayed on the case, researching and researching. Then I turned up irrefutable video evidence of Sasquatch:
Obviously the poor large fellow shot this shaky footage of me. He's probably crushing all over me.
So that's another mystery solved by me, Freaky Troll Investigative Reporter. Next assignment: Project 'Nessy!







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(I love love love the Bigfoot memoir...I laughed and laughed--but Freaky, wasn't the package from Amazon addressed to someone else?)
How DID you get the vid from him?
I think there's more, um, afoot . . .
Next time I'm getting two and putting an egg between them.
And Freaky...you were running after that furrything like a lust driven troll. You are a lust driven troll. I forgot. I am sorry, my darling for displaying my jealousy.
(Freaky, BTW, what exactly *is* a wedding cake martini?)
::a trickle of sweat rolls down her brow::
::she fans herself and walks away::
Bacon, donuts AND Bigfoot? OH my, this is the ultimate post!! Everyone can leave now!!! :)
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Sorry, but that's another urban (or rural) legend.
If big feet were predicate of a big Johnson, wouldn't there be more clowns in porn videos?
When you're done with sasquatch and batboy, I suggest you look into that most evil substance, baconaise.