This is from 3.21
Dude called it
Dude called it
Everything is a lie. Still interesting
Was anyone else feeling weird vertigo type shit last night? I'm not sure if it's related to me being in a high rise or what. It was tripping me out. I wonder if this was related to it:
Hahaha fuckin A. Well in my case it is probably all the above at the same time.R u trolling me like when they troll on Xfor psionics?
I fn loathe 3am vertigo.
Devil's amiss but never shows up.
& the superstitious ouiji board died on me when I was 16, so I'm bet'n is either cosmic gama rays or the feds playing 8 bit atari in the back of my brain.
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That's pretty cool you encountered. If it was smaller very well could be a juvenile. In America they have smaller ones around Florida called skunk apes. Some people think these may be escaped lab chimps not actual Bigfeet.What in the mcholy gyuck...ah mean, fuck!
Stoner brain really wants me to believe this is legit...and it has some questions too.
What's the correct plural term? Bigfoots, Bigfeet?
Squatches are the white one's aye? And might look similar to an unusually large muscular man in an artic gillie suit maybe? Like the...."guy" I nearly wiped out one night fangin' a Toyota 'round the frozen winding road goin' up to Mt Ruapehu ski lodge. Still, cunt weren't as big as this here 'Merican tree demoFooter though.
What's Big's deal anyway?, why're they so...like, hardcore stealth-smashy?
Dude seems mad as hell, butt like somethings got 'em too retardedly anxious to just openly go on a rampage about it.
Fuck I feel kinda bad for 'em.
Were they slaughtered along with the native humans too?
Just remembered... My great uncle used to have hounds and beagles. He added chewing tobacco to their food when they got wormy. He never bought a dewormer the entire time I was growing up and he had several high dollar dogs.This is a thought I had about tobacco being more important than money to early settlers. The reason being it kills parasites and worms and such. Highly useful. That is why it was so desired. He generally agreed but dismissed. I had to hone my questions to get anywhere but I'm still learning. (I didn't know about deep dig button etc til tonight)
Best dogs I've ever had were my hounds. They are so much more than just a dog.Just remembered... My great uncle used to have hounds and beagles. He added chewing tobacco to their food when they got wormy. He never bought a dewormer the entire time I was growing up and he had several high dollar dogs.
Heard about this never believed. Odd someone would produce this particular video in this way
Satellite tethered to Ballon.
Maybe they are Chinese spy balloons or is that all bullshit too?
Camp Helena 0400 August 1932
Sherman Oaks lay inside his makeshift lean too and pondered the days adventures.
Early morning hike, afternoon stream side fishing, panning in the evening while his fish was cooking.
But all day Sherman had an itching, in his groin that he couldn't shake. Last time he'd paid half a pence for a whore, was back in Boston and she was clean. His loins burned in such a way that made puberty seem even more juvenile.
Snap*
A twig out in the dense brush, alerted Mr. Oaks taring him away from his lucid dreaming.
Huge sniffes just outside the perimeter of his campfire, Sherman could hear them, sending chills up and down his spine, stirring his goin.
What is this? Sherman shrieked under his breath.
As Sherman peeked one eye open, he saw two gigantic yellow-orange eyes staring back at him from the lean to's opening. In an instant hands greater than a man's we're gripping Sherman's trousers and gently tearing them.
Overcome with shock Sherman blacked out. When he came to, this thing was kissing his face softly. A nipple the size of a gold pans cache caught his eye as it was mere centimeters away from his face.
And that's when Mr. Oaks completely froze stiff. This creature was cradling his groin and cooing in his ear. And before Sherman could say or do anything the creature leapt, caringly, sliding his erect manhood into it's mouth. In a flash she was side straddling Mr. Oaks and pushing his face into her rear.
Sherman screamed for dear life but was muffled by the creatures supple but massive thighs.