This sign used to be the emblem for Bigfoot Gas.
That’s quite a log, eh?
People complained, the sign was changed.
Instead of his lovely log, Bigfoot now packs a tiny gas can. No, I don’t have a picture of that. I can’t bring myself to drive to Mckinleyville to see the emasculated ole guy.
Have we lost our sense of humor to the point where a picture of Bigfoot must be careful not to offend? I find this censorship, this timidity offensive. My God, this is the neck of the woods where half the population, including me and all three of my sons, have pictures posed under the giant balls of Babe the Blue Ox.
Loosen up, folks. It’s just wood.