Twas The Squatch Before Christmas
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'Twas the Squatch before Christmas, when all through the woods
Not a Bigfoot was stirring, not even knocking on wood;
The DNA traps were hung on tree trunks with care,
In hopes that Sasquatch would leave us some hair;
The researchers were nestled all snug in their tents;
While dreaming of casting some giant footprints;
Plaster in the backpack, and staring through FLIR,
"Is that one over there? Nope, just some deer",
When out in the trees there arose such a clatter,
But it was just a barred owl making some chatter.
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First! My Christmas present
ReplyDeleteYou have no other presents to open in the basement?
DeleteNope sure don't, would be nice though. My sister married a Jew years back (I'm not racist) but since then the family has never been the same, it's really not a family any more. The rich greedy bastard works for Auto Desk in Oregon. Lied about his education to get his job and has been signing his name to other people's work since! After he his done with then they get layed off, and people wonder why he has zero friends. I'm OK though otherwise, it could be worse I guess, I'm not a kid so I don't need presents anyway, I got plenty when I was a child.
DeleteSo which one of the two skeptics that co-wrote this is you?
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