It me birthday and nobody came…Bigfoot decide do something nice for self for big day and sneak in they house at night and pick out own present and blow out flickering candle of life in...

Whenever you’ve got a choice, do good, kiddo. It isn’t always fun or easy, but in the long run it makes your life better.

I know a thing or two about love. Well, maybe just a thing. A big, blurry thing, like Bigfoot.

I believe in true love. But my opinion is tainted, because I also believe in Bigfoot, aliens, and in the existence of honest politicians.

The only candidate I’d allow to play my music would be Bigfoot, and unless we’re talking about foraging for squirrels, he’s notoriously apolitical.

The 27th letter has always been my favorite letter of the alphabet. But, then, I also love ghost stories, invisible beings, the supernatural, and Bigfoot. Just ask The Mythical Mr. Boo, who’s first name begins...

Science.” I don’t believe in it. Science has yet to validate my disbelief in Bigfoot.

Running has always been hard for me, as I have abnormally short legs and tiny feet. I am Bigfoot’s nemesis. And I’ll be the first to tell you I’ll be the last to tell you...

If there is no picture, there is no proof.

This book does not exist. And if that doesn’t deter you from buying it, then I’m also selling frozen alien flesh, a patch of Bigfoot’s fur, and a patch of land on Pluto (limit one...

I’m so shy I make Bigfoot look like a socialite. Networking’s not a mystery to me—but I’m mythical to networking.

As Angelica opened up her eyes, she shuddered in fear at the massive animal that was holding her and fondling her body. I have been captured by a Bigfoot, she thought. The natives were right....

I love petting trees. Especially if they are fir trees. Single lovers should be good with their hands. I admire Bigfoot.