Living in the world of short, well kept hair lives a rare rebel, the Hair Rocker!
Ya, I was on TV way back when. No, I don’t remember it either.
Ok, you can quit asking. Yes, I have been busy covering up the big foot find of a few weeks ago. I even managed to switch out the body sent if for autopsy. The only people who are allowed to know sasquatches actually exist are the loyal readers of this website.
Whenever things get rough and I don’t think it can get any worse I just sit down, take a deep breath and try to remember one thing. No matter what else happens at least I don’t have to train in a new maid right now.
Breaking news…….Yellow is not just for British people living in submarines anymore, it also works for muskrats living in speedboats!
Five yellow turkeys sat down one day to enjoy the afternoon and discuss matters concerning the United Yellow Turkey Union (UYTU).
One of them had to leave for an important meeting with its arobics instructor.
Now there are four yellow turkeys discussing the modern implications of string theory.
One of them leaves to research Heisenberg’s Uncertainty Principle.
Now there are three yellow turkeys discussing the amount of dust on a shelf.
One of them leaves because of dust allergies.
Now there are two yellow turkeys playing a game of pong.
One of them is a sore loser that gets mad and leaves.
Now there is only one yellow turkey, he just reads the newest Dr. Zumiskis mystery and falls asleep.
“What wanders where?” I asked my good friend Willie Weezly.
“Wompers, Weasels, Woogas and Wildiers wander in the willows while the Wabosas wander west of the wall.” He responded.
“Wow” was the only word I could wranle after finding that out.
There comes a time in every Sasquatches life when he or she gets old. I think Smiley Foot is nearing that age. I recently turned 300 years upon this great sphere hurtling through space, I am now nearing middle age for a Sasquatch. There is so much that I need to accomplish in the next 300 years. For instance I would like to break the world record for time spent jumping rope, but alas I cannot jump rope at all (I just trip over ropes). To make up for my inability to jump rope I will just write this paragraph about not being able to jump rope.
I like blue marshmallows with a sort of green undertone to be roasted and placed on a saltine cracker with a lump of cheese. It is probably because I grew up in the middle of a forest.