My old college room mate dated big foot for about three weeks. She was a very hairy creature, one egg tooth, small beady eyes, with large protruding buttocks. Man she could climb a tree and gut deer like nuthin you ever saw. Turned out she was a pretty good field hockey player, and fell in love with another Sasquatch of the same gender. Sad but true. Poor Knute was never the same. What rods does Big Foot fish with? You would have thought that they would have got hung up in a net, or been spotted by a drift boat if they existed. If I can scrape up a picture of Knutes old girl friend, I'll post it.
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The best way to be succesful in life is to keep the people who hate you away from the people who are undecided