If I got caught robbing a bank, I’d tell the police that the Sasquatch standing behind them made me do it. When they turned to look for the Sasquatch I’d run away.
I didn’t believe Sasquatch were real until a Sasquatch disguised as a bearded man in a straightjacket told me they really do exist.
I thought I saw a Sasquatch once, but when I caught up to it I realized it was just a carny in a fur coat. Don’t worry, I still killed it.
Once you’ve been kicked in the crotch by a Sasquatch, you won’t make the same mistake again.
I wasn’t surprised to learn that all Sasquatch love maple syrup. But I was surprised to learn that all Sasquatch aren’t from Canada.
I would have written more lately if a Sasquatch hadn’t pooped on my keyboard.