c'mon, the desperation of this entire stunt is eternally depressing.
the poor bastard, the poor fuck, his shitty website sells big foot "haps" and big foot 82' videos and soundtracks. his bet never panned out, his entire life is a joke, his investment has negative return.
god damn it, im gunna make my own big foot corpse and try and sell it like the president sold "the surge."
lets all pour out some liquor for the saddest mother fucker on earth: the bigfoot hunter.