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.
"Really, Holmes!" I dropped into my seat, shocked. "You are remarkably tall! What are you, six foot six? Six foot eight?"
As the 19th century diver approaches a giant clam, a flash of brilliant golden light flares from within the shell. I emerge in a swirl of bubbles and do the timeless universal underwater hand signals for the following: ZODIAC KILLER, KKK, BLOOD OF YOUTH
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