Bigfoot Coffee, a Bigfoot coffee-mug and some Seattle Bigfoot Poop. That last item is supposed to be chocolate-covered peanuts, but I'm not going to be the first one to take a bite. I've played too many tricks on my sisters to fall for that.
I guess you could say Bigfoot left his footprints on my Christmas this year.
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Today, January 2, 2019 is Teet's 91th birthday!
LOL... My fried Mary gave Randy a box of Bigfoot stuff for Christmas. He loved it. He has talked about Bigfoot so much that I am afraid to walk down the dirt road by myself. But there are plenty of days I want to suggest he go walk it alone. Maybe they will run into each other.
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