Mogs I'm literally gonna cope
"Something's" off and I just can't place my finger on it. Ugh. It started in Dec of 2019. I was laying in bed real ill. High temperature. Dreadfully sick to my stomach. Laid in that bed for over 24 hours. Then after that was over, I forgot what I did next. I have no memory of the days after. Ugh. Boogers. I think Nature roofied me.
Eh. Why? Titties are titties. Some big, some flat. But still nothing more than fatty tissue. Vagina too. I've never seen a vagina up close that was any more special than the other. Though the taste can differ. Especially, the wet ones that don't keep themselves cleaned because they use that free time on their face. Neglects the gardened oyster. Ugh. A rotten crotch is not a favorable memory. And the faces of women. Ugh. I guess I'm like a bigot. They all look alike to me.
Mogs] I'm literally gonna ropeWhere are we going to go?
Ugh. Nowhere. That's the whole brilliant plan behind coping. Not going anywhere. Plus I'm on top of a mountain surrounded by deer, cougars, bears, guns, and the neighbor being a nuclear silo. And as for bigfoot, I can guarantee you all those sightings are nothing more than guys like me running around the wilderness naked. We're naturally hairy men. And the big footprints are guys walking the same paths and into the same foot impressions inside the ground. I've done this on occasion myself. And after walking into the same area, the footprint becomes larger and larger over time.
Do u live in the Alps?
Ugh. No.
Cause Bigfoot might be real there.
Nope. Just hunters. Its what they do. Like deer using the same trails...hunters are known to do that as well. But there are homeless guys out there living in the wilderness too.
Looks too ethnic.Here's one of your bigfeet:
Probably cuz that guy's an amateur. Dont know what tf he's doing. Probably a tourist.
In the Alps.
