Twas the night before Christmas, And all through the house, Not a woman was stirring in Joes bed, Not even an ugly skank louse. The faked footprints were hung by the chimney with care. In hopes that Roger Patterson and his fake feet would soon be there.The monkey suits were stuffed in an old wood hut,And in one special suit, was a nice diaper butt.While visions of leaping yetis danced in Joes head,From the 50 fake encounters he had just before read.And Joe in his panties, and his male friend in a cap,They had just settled down for a long wet nap. When out in the woods, there arose such a clatter. Joe jumped out of the vaseline, to see what was them matter.Joe ran to the window, and through up the sash,But all he could see was Leons thick scumstache.Joe tried to see a bigfoot, he thought he had won,But alas, it was dmaker, who had just schooled him son!Joe could barely belive it, out the corner window he saw,Freeman faking some tracks, some large and some small. And then he found something, laying stuck in a limb,It looked like a hair, from his moms nasty chin.He took the hair home and gave it to Sykes,Who tested it many times, some say even thrice.And what results did then magically appear? Why nothing but brown bear, and opossum and deer. But Joe was sly, he knew what he could do, He could lie about it on bigfoot evidence, And blame inconsistencies on YOU! And if Joe should get questioned about his big load of bull.He could always blame skeptics and call them a fool.
Yes in Joes mind, he knew he was right, so he yelled from the shutters
Merry Christmas My Hairy Monkey and to all a Good Wet Night!!!!!!!!
This story was circulating the internet way back in 2004, or maybe as far back as 1999. Back when everybody was on 56k dial-up modems and a "Facebook" was just a regular book with directory listing of names and headshots. This story was so disturbing and so shocking that nobody believed it at the time. It was the Robert Lindsay " Bear Hunter: Two Bigfoots Shot and DNA Samples Taken " story of the time. And like Robert's Bear Hunter story , this witness didn't have a name. The only thing known about the witness is that this person was a government employee, anonymous of course. The author of the story was a science teacher named Thom Powell who believe it really happened and that the whole story was an elaborate cover-up. Powell said the anonymous government employee alerted the BFRO about a 7.5 feet long/tall burn victim with "multiple burns on hands, feet, legs and body; some 2nd and 3rd degree burns". Sadly, there was no DNA samples taken from
Rumors abound on whether or not Finding Bigfoot will continue, but hopeful news is on the horizon. Snake Oil Productions, the production company responsible for Finding Bigfoot, is seeking a permit for filming in the Monterey, Virginia area. Monterey lies between the Monongahela and George Washington National Forests. Definitely a good place to look for bigfoot. We can only speculate if this means Finding Bigfoot has been signed on for additional seasons, or if perhaps a new bigfoot show is in the works. We'll keep you updated on any further announcements for sure.
Editor's Note: This is a guest post by Suzie M., a sasquatch enthusiast. Crypto-linguists believe that the species known Bigfoot/Sasquatch/Yeti/Yowie ect speak and understand a complex language, which by all accounts seems to stem from Asia. When one listens to it there is definitely a sense of it being Chinese or Japanese. It is a very odd mix of sounds, clicks and what could be actual words. This is the reason some experts are looking into the Asian dialect theory, some have said it could be a lost dialect, which was carried from Asia by the Bigfoot species that colonised America.
Twas the night before Christmas,
ReplyDeleteAnd all through the house,
Not a woman was stirring in Joes bed,
Not even an ugly skank louse.
The faked footprints were hung by the chimney with care.
In hopes that Roger Patterson and his fake feet would soon be there.The monkey suits were stuffed in an old wood hut,And in one special suit, was a nice diaper butt.While visions of leaping yetis danced in Joes head,From the 50 fake encounters he had just before read.And Joe in his panties, and his male friend in a cap,They had just settled down for a long wet nap.
When out in the woods, there arose such a clatter.
Joe jumped out of the vaseline, to see what was them matter.Joe ran to the window, and through up the sash,But all he could see was Leons thick scumstache.Joe tried to see a bigfoot, he thought he had won,But alas, it was dmaker, who had just schooled him son!Joe could barely belive it, out the corner window he saw,Freeman faking some tracks, some large and some small. And then he found something, laying stuck in a limb,It looked like a hair, from his moms nasty chin.He took the hair home and gave it to Sykes,Who tested it many times, some say even thrice.And what results did then magically appear?
Why nothing but brown bear, and opossum and deer.
But Joe was sly, he knew what he could do,
He could lie about it on bigfoot evidence,
And blame inconsistencies on YOU!
And if Joe should get questioned about his big load of bull.He could always blame skeptics and call them a fool.
Yes in Joes mind, he knew he was right, so he yelled from the shutters
Merry Christmas My Hairy Monkey and to all a Good Wet Night!!!!!!!!
That was a Scottish woman, Iktomi is your mother loose?
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