Tag: yeti

  • Bigfoot’s Diary

    2 Dec 2009
    10 AM: Spent the morning leaving deliberate tracks in the snow near that stupid hunter’s cabin. Made sure to leave a clump of rat hair on fence nearby. Took a long dump on his front porch, but decided to scoop it up and smoosh it in his mailbox instead. PUNK’D!

    Thought it might be funny to remind the park rangers of my existence, so I walked in front of the infra-red wildlife cameras. Here’s the trick to wildlife cameras. Listen for the click and release of the shutter. Count carefully, so when you walk in front of the lens, your body is out of frame—save an arm or leg. It’s also a good idea to rub some skunk urine on the lens so you look sorta blurry when the shutter releases. Ooh snap!

    3 PM: Swallowed a bug while running away from two drunken hunters. I had the last laugh, of course. One of them ran into a tree and passed out. I tied him up naked in front of the infra-red camera. The other one began wheezing and turned all purply. I bucked his knees out and he hit the dirt like a sweaty Christmas ham. Why do these guys all wear bright orange AND camouflage? Sending a mixed message or bad fashion sense? You be the judge. I had other plans for him. My daughter wants a pet and with Christmas around the corner… Well, let’s just say rednecks are generally a lot easier to housebreak than puppies.

  • An Open Letter to All Friend Requests on Facebook

    Thank you for trying to add me as a friend because you:

    • read my blog
    • saw me speak at your conference
    • want me to fix your computer
    • want me to link to your blog so you’ll be “popular, real fast”
    • are stalking my girlfriend

    I’d love to reciprocate, however I have a few prerequisites, so bear with me.Yeti
    I will probably NOT add you if…

    • …your profile photo is a shitty pencil drawing of yourself that you did one weekend on the beach when you were drunk and “artistically inspired” but actually looks like you are an epileptic Yeti with no feet
    • …you only have one friend and it’s Ann Coulter
    • …you’ve slept with Ann Coulter
    • …you’ve sold your soul to Ann Coulter
    • …you are Ann Coulter
    • …I see an ad for you, saying you are a fan of yourself
    • …you are a 93rd Level Cleric-Elf-Mage
    • …you are a thinly-disguised product pretending to be a hot, college girl
    • …your GPA has the same score as your blood-alcohol level: 1.9
    • …you list monster truck pulls and hog-calling as interests
    • …you’re my evil twin
    • …this is your dog’s Facebook page. Srsly?
    • …you’re being ironic by having a Facebook profile. Well aren’t you fucking clever?