If it wasn’t plainly obvious for people who have been following me, as well as to provide context for this tale, I am an Uber driver. Last night, I picked up 3 huge drunk guys from Arkansas, which is where this story begins.
They are incredibly friendly, if not exceedingly rambunctious and practically yelling in my car (which was actually really fun, I prefer that to quiet passengers) about this old friend that they had met up with at the bar who recounted this story to them about a time he went hunting for Bigfoot.
“So, Ash, before we start telling you this story, do you believe in Bigfoot?”
Well, of course, I replied, being a fan of cryptids and honestly wanting to believe that there could be some kind of intelligent mammalian life hiding out in the Pacific Northwest.
“Well our buddy Bill knew a guy who worked for UPS out in Texarkana who claims to have seen Bigfoot while out on his route some 15-20 odd years ago, and got totally obsessed with finding him.” (CW for unsanitary themes below the cut)
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