October 25, 2006
My
New Neighbor
I can attest that these Bigfoot rumors are quite prevalent out here. In fact, I was just warned by my boss not to participate in a Halloween event at a local park because of a recent sighting.
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Perhaps you should drop by in a few days with a plate of brownies, or a freshly-baked pie. Whatever you do, DON'T STARE AT HIS FEET.
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As an alumni of SDSMT, I must say that my curiousity has been perked. Can't say that they have much of a lab for handling Bigfoot, but he/she/it would be in capable hands. And my grandad had some Sasquatch stories to tell - having spent months on end picking away at rocks in the Badlands. But he's gone now, so I can't verify them anymore damnit! BROWNIES!
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Cryptomundo is, sadly, full of shit.
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Undoubtedly. However, there *are* plenty of stories of Bigfoot sightings around here, and that story about Bigfoot being shot did have the name of at least one of the prominent medicine men on the Reservation. And Bigfoot *did* eat one of my dogs.
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Bet that dog wished you'd thought of brownies. Dickhead.
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So, my old friend, in South Dakota. After all these long years we will meet again. And, oh, how you laughed when you thought you could get away from me, my plate of brownies and my box-suspended-by-a-stick trap: Lucille. Pray to your hairy, shoeless gods, they aren't listening.
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I'm not saying brownies won't work. I'm just saying they have to be interdimensional brownies. Mm-hm. There's the rub.
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*refuses to contemplate inner dimensional brownies*
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Big (foot) Man on Campus.
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"He is also one of the world's foremost authorities on Bigfoot, the mythical smelly ape-man of the Northwest woods." I appreciate a reporter who's not afraid to use a fine turn of phrase like the one above.