Yes folks it is that time of year again. We must celebrate Joerg.
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!!!!!!!!
Kittalia A. sent us the following questions about Patty, the Bigfoot in the Patterson-Gimlin film. They are all very good questions that we we wish we knew the answers to. We're no "Henry May" and it's times like this that we wish we had his number. Since we don't have Henry around whenever we need him, here are some easy questions for all you Patterson-Gimlin believers to try and answer:
Thanks to Matt Moneymaker for sharing this story with us from a guy named Thomas S. who was camping with some friends near the French Meadows Reservoir in August 2012. This remote, forested basin is located on the American River approximately 58 miles east of Auburn in the Sierra Nevada's. Before his encounter, the man thought Bigfoot "was just for entertainment purposes", but he changed his tune when he ended up with messy drawers that night. "That will teach to goof on our show," says Matt.
Uh Oh. Here we go again, folks. M.K. Davis originally brought up this theory called the "Bluff Creek massacre" theory back in 2008 at a conference. The controversial theory was immediately rejected by the Bigfoot community and Davis was shunned from ever speaking about it again. According to Davis, based on his expert film analysis and color enhancements of frame 352 of the PG film, he theorizes that the Patterson party had been to the Bluff Creek site at least once before returning to capture their famous Bigfoot video. His theory also suggests that the party probably murdered a family of Bigfoots and buried their bodies. Davis points to an enhanced anomaly resembling a bloody dog print and a pool of blood as proof of his theory.
Yes folks it is that time of year again. We must celebrate Joerg.
ReplyDeleteTwas 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!!!!!!!!