Lights. Camera. No Sasquatch.

Q. Why do Sasquatches take media training courses?

A. Because no one wants a big foot in their mouth!

Okay, it’s a dumb joke. But it’s been part of the opening address at the Sasquatch Media Training facility in Washington D.C. since the school opened in 1967.

Sasquatches from all over the world descend on the centre each year. They learn the fundamentals of media relations, public not speaking, propaganda and brand building.

It’s this methodical approach to dealing with the outside world that has always protected the Sasquatches three key brand attributes: modesty, mystery and mischief.

Here are just a few of the techniques taught to Sasquatch delegates.

When observed by photographers, don’t panic. Glance over your shoulder and project an image of friendliness with just a hint of I’ll suck your face off like the fudge layer on a cheap brownie. This will discourage photographers from coming closer.

Never run. It’s a sign of weakness. If escape is necessary, lumber toward a large tree, look up and point. When your enemy looks up, drop and roll to safety. No one looks for Sasquatches on the ground.

Never speak, regardless of how many languages you know. Humans will be impressed for a little while but then they will turn the conversation back to them and you will never shut them up. There is both peace and mystery in silence.

Sasquatches Wait for Groundhog Day

In a suburb of Kentucky, Gill the Groundhog popped his head out of his hole.

He saw a large shadow just before the Sasquatch bit his head off.

Sasquatch Readers Write

I’m curious. I recently watched a television program on feral children. I’m wondering if there are any documented cases of Sasquatches being raised in civilization by humans. You know, the opposite sort of thing.

Dear Curious,

We don’t know. Why don’t you ask The Man in the Yellow Hat?

Next!

Sasquatches Go Down for Pleasure

In a recent article titled, “The Magma Myth”, a prominent geologist suggests that the earth’s core may be a popular travel destination for Sasquatches. It makes sense, says the author, “Creating a myth about burning hot magma would sure keep the sissies and the geeks the hell out of there.”

Sasquatch. James Sasquatch.

An ancient Sasquatch spy manual may explain why so few Sasquatches are seen or photographed. According to the secret files, now in the possession of Canadian authorities, who are channel surfing between satellite footage of radical fringe terrorist cell training camps and “Maple Sugar Tapping with the Stars”, Sasquatches may be blue with a layer of clear, light absorbent fur, similar to that found on polar bears, which are, of course, black.

If the documents are true and reliable, a Sasquatch’s may be able to stand with his or her back to the sun and “disappear” into the horizon. The light from the sun, absorbed by clear fur would radiate glue or grey, thus creating the closest thing to invisibility known to modern spy technologists.

If the documents turn out to be false, it's doubtful that anyone will give crap.

Sasquatch Butt -Gamble the Spice of Life

This one’s weird and could be true. It appears that curry can be traced back to an ancient Sasquatch betting game. In days of old, Sasquatches would bet on the number of spices they could eat at once. The Sasquatch who “calls” the bet passes the bowl to his or her opponent who must then consume the contents and refrain from farting for 30 minutes.

Sasquatch Pass Fire to the Wrong Man-Apes

It appears that humans were not the first species chosen for rapid and over-privileged evolution. Sasquatch meeting reports indicate the Sasquatch Council for a Sustainable Food Chain had considered passing on the secrets of fire and technology to a number of mammals before settling on humans. The final decision was based on opposable thumbs and the lack of threat presented by a soft-on-the-outside, clawless, fangless, sissy-in-the-winter, bald, clumsy, wingless, indecisive creature.

Boy, were they wrong.

Whoa Nessy Whoa. Sasquatch Dead Ahead.

Mayhem ensued as members of a Scottish rugby team crashed their fake Lock Ness Monster into a fake Lock Ness Monster piloted by a crew of Sasquatch hooligans.

The mishap took place during the annual Claw Foot Bathtub Racing Regatta in Scotland. Local papers recorded the event as a rarely-seen mating ritual. Insiders say the ill-fated pranksters made the most of the accident by burning their Monsters on the shore and drinking for three days.

Sasquatch Resolutions Boost DVD Sales

Sasquatches who vowed to lose weight in the new year have made Get Sweaty with the Yetti the #1 selling self help DVD of all time.

Star Witness Sasquatches

Sasquatches wishing to disguise their affiliation with the Witnesses of Jehovah can now enter the Jehovah's Witness Protection Program.

Those Winey Sasquatches

Monks in France paid Sasquatches to step on grapes because they (the Sasquatches) had big feet. The Sasquatches would go home covered in grape guts and juice. They would squeegie the juice into large pits and then repress the grapes. Thus, Ripasso.

Ripasso is the affordable middle-ground between Valpolicella and Amarone.

At Your Friday Sasquatch Report, we drink Ripasso like it's Bud Light on a cheap U.S. cruise from Miami to Bahamas, purchased last minute by a rapper-wanna-be plant worker and his ho-worker.

Scotch Lovers Toast the Sasquatch

First, a little history, courtesy of Charles MacLean's fine book entitled, Malt Whisky ( a must-read for every scotch enthusiast). According to MacLean, whom we worship here at the Friday Sasquatch Report, "One tradition holds that the mysteries of distilling were borne across the Irish Sea by the Gaelic-speaking Celts who founded the Kingdom of Dalriada on Scotland's western seaboard in the early sixth century, known to history as the Scots. The Scots Gaelic for aqua vitae [water of life] is uisge beatha, (pronounced 'ooshkie bayahah') which was abbreviated to uiskie in the 17th century, and to whiskie by 1715. This much is interesting and true.

Our Bolivian researchers believe that in the late 16th century, distillers in the Islay region discovered that adding one pound of Sasquatch hair to each peat bale gave their regional blends a pungent, woodsy aroma unmatchable by their competitors to the north. The foul aroma given off during fermentation was called gagmae pukahah, which was later abbreviated to gag me, I'm puking.

Readers Go Luney for Sasquatches

Years ago, when Your Friday Sasquatch Report was just a simple e-newsletter, we published the following story.

NASA is responding to rumours that the Apollo Space Mission was created for the sole purpose of starting a Sasquatch colony on the moon. The highly secretive space agency is considering a media junket to dispel speculation. No word on which journalists would make the trip.

Since then, we’ve received a number of reports relating to the alleged Sasquatch colony and its lunar antics. Here are just a few.

First generation lunar Sasquatches have grown an average of one foot taller as the low gravity atmosphere relieves pressure on their vertebrae. Since most of the equipment and camping gear left by NASA, was developed for an average-height adult Sasquatch, incidents of back pain and forehead trauma are on the rise.

Sasquatch younglings born into the low-gravity environment adjust and grow quickly. However, the Sasquatch is known for the intensity of its flatulence and it’s common for new-borns to propel themselves out of their cribs. Unable to walk, a “gassy-sassy” (their term, not ours) can easily blast out of sight for days.

Mischievous Sasquatch youth gangs are taking the risk of being viewed from earth as they gouge out the face of “the man on the moon” to look like Cher.

Elder Sasquatches are living longer because they no longer rely on their legs to get around. Instead, they slap the ground, much like angry children, to move from pub to pub. With little or no need to use their giant feet for conventional purposes, many older Sasquatches have taken up knitting. Others are painting greeting cards with their toes. They hope to sell the cards on eBay to raise money for field trips back to earth.

That’s what’s happening on the dark side of the moon, and that’s YOUR Friday Sasquatch. Don’t forget to shave your back and keep your head down.

Beer Drinking Sasquatch Good Example for Kids

A pregnant motorist on her way to the hospital claims that a Sasquatch youth gang repaired her flat tire by sealing a puncture with ear wax and taking turns manually inflating the tire. She called the tight-knit group “polite and friendly”, stating that she would gladly overlook the missing beer from her trunk if all young men and women would follow the example of the Sasquatch.

The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzsasquatch

While shooting a “Heritage Moment” television ad based on the Iroquois/Sasquatch peace treaty, producers discovered ancient song lyrics that bear an eery resemblance to a popular Canadian tune.

A portion of those lyrics are published below with virtually no permission from anyone.

The legend lives on from the Iroquois on down
of the Sasquatch they call Benmulroonie.
The Sasquatch, it’s said, never gets out of bed
when the skies of November turn gloomy.

Full of wild boar, 95 pounds more,
than the Sasquatch weighed just this mornin’.
With big feet and shoes, he continued to chew,
when the gales of November came early

Benmulroonie was the pride of the Sasquatch side
Coming back from some bar in Alberta.
As the big foots go he was bigger than most
half pickled and clearly well seasoned.

Concluding some terms with a media firm
for his honeymoon photos from Cleveland
And later that night he was royally tight
could that be his own pee he’d been feeling.

The gas from his ass made a tattletale sound
and a cloud floated over the railing
And every Sasquatch knew, as the Benmulroonie did, too,
T'was the witch of barley come stealing.

Does anyone know where the love of God goes
when a Sasquatch with gas comes to dinner.
The diners all say they’d have all got away
if they’d put fifteen more miles behind them.

In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed
In the Sasquatch Wax Museum.
The church bell chimed, 'til it rang 29 times
for the tourists who lined up to see’um.

The legend lives on from the Iroquois on down
of the Sasquatch they call Benmulroonie.
The Sasquatch, it’s said, never gets out of bed
when the skies of November turn gloomy.

Sasquatch Snub Noses at Uptight French

The French are upset that Canadian Sasquatches may be taking odor-enhancing drugs to fool security dogs at International airports.

Sasquatch Gimmick Good for Bidness

A moving company that claims to use Sasquatches for the “heavy stuff” blindfolds customers when the huge beasts make their appearance. A local competitor says, “Sounds fishy, but it’s darn good marketin’.”

It Hurts to Be Cool at Sasquatch School

According to the Dictionary of Sasquatch Vernacular, Sasquatchismo is what motivates some young males to expose chest hair and live in burned out Trans Ams. Recently-added terms include – Bling sting – the painful condition that results from eating rap artists and passing their undigested jewellery through one’s bowels.

Sasquatches Rock Out of Sight

An abandoned UFO landing site was the location of last weekend's Sasapalooza Festival. Thousands of Sasquatches made the journey to hear an A-list lineup of Sasquatch bands including, The Paul Bunyans and 2 Tall for Malls.

What Rhymes With Sasquatch?

This is a Friday Sasquatch Report World Exclusive.

The following poems were discovered by an obscure German intellectual and sent to the editors of the Friday Sasquatch Report for worldwide distribution.

Be sure to read his notes below.

First Love

To be the sapling you use to brush your teeth!
To be the rock you crush to gravel beneath your foot!
I want to braid wildflowers in the hair between your breasts.

Breakfast

Into the woods the running campers vanish.
Their bacon still spucks on the fire.
Their beer is cold and good.*

*Note the Hemingway-esque tone of this line, which suggests the sasquatch may have found a copy of "The Sun Also Rises" carelessly dropped by a fleeing camper.


Sasquatch Koan

If you call my back hairy, you deny its reality.
If you call it smooth, you deny the fact.
What then will you call my back?

Middle Age

When I rise each morning
a mat of back-hair covers the ground.
Baldness approaches.

The discovery of these four poems represents the fruit of forty years' research. Ever since I was a lederhosened boy in the wooded hills of Bavaria, throwing stones at the hairy mountain men and running squealing back to the safety of the family castle when they chased me; ever since I read of the adventures of my great predecessor, Diogenes Teufelsdrokh, who was stomped to death under mysterious circumstances (how could such circumstances be unmysterious?) while camping in the Okanagan Valley in the early 80s; ever since I first saw a grainy film of a tall, hairy man-like creature running into the trees next to a stream, I have dreamed of the mighty Sasquatch of North America and wondered what his poetry would be like.

I confess these poems are not what I imagined. I expected rough, rugged, primal, primitive poetry about battles with game wardens and heroic raids on campsites; these haiku have forced me to reconsider my entire concept of the sasquatch. Clearly the sasquatch has a quiet, reflective side; there is something almost philosophical in him, a reservoir of glassy calm at the centre of the hairy tornado that we occasionally glimpse in the depths of the forest.

The influence of the Far East on these poems, and particularly on the "Sasquatch Koan", suggests sasquatches may have originally crossed the well-known "land bridge" from Asia to North America, bringing some fragments of Zen philosophy with them.

I will continue my researches into sasquatch poetry, and update the Report with any new findings.

--Dr. Hieronymous Weltschmerz, Teufelsdrokh Chair of Things in General, Professor of Primitive Culture, Vocational College of the Okanagan Valley