Big Foot's Pad
My brother had a friend in high school who must have been at least 7 feet tall with huge clown feet. He had to duck to get through our door, even. One time I went over to his house and the place smelled paralyzingly like someone had stuffed old cat food in the heating vents. This Big Foot's Pad stinks too, but in a different way.
I get all my reputable information from Zombie Zone.
Someone should abduct "abductee48's" computer.
"creeper303" has stumbled onto the magical world of bears.
Talk about insensitivity.
Ghosts are okay, they aren't that great.
"flamelord16" solves another case from the comfort of his foil-covered trailer.
We have used extensive market research to determine the average consumers of America's favorite rolls of caramel-oozing choco cysts.
That atheist professor should have kept his mouth shut around this American Sniper.
'Let the building eat you.'
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