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Welcome back, everyone, to another episode of
Cryptid Cocktail Party, a show where we have
a few drinks, share a few laughs, take a dive
into the unknown. I'm your host, Dave, joined
as always by my wonderful co -host, Sarge. How's
it going, Sarge? I'm erect. Jesus fucking Christ.
Just my nipples. Just my nipples. Relax. Is this
because I told you the episode's going to be
a bummer, so you had to immediately just start
with that? There's no need to bring my penis
into this. Okay, all right. Just the nips. uh
and today we got a very special guest we're joined
by da uh you may know him from his tiktok logo
lore with da uh i'll let him introduce himself
i'm better he's better probably better than i
am so anyways the da how's it going uh good how
are y 'all my uh my nipples are soft That's a
requirement to let you know. So just so everyone's
aware of who you are, why don't you tell the
audience a little bit about yourself, what you
do, who you are? Yeah, I'm Logo Lore with Daw.
My name is Daw. That channel is on TikTok, Instagram,
and YouTube. And I'm a graphic designer, art
director at a marketing agency. And so I kind
of have a channel that talks about conspiracy
theories and logo design and kind of how they
intersect. yeah you uh you do a lot of stuff
on the uh the mandela effect which i fucking
love that's actually how i found your channel
oh nice i quickly became obsessed with it awesome
yeah that's one of those things i followed forever
but the further down that rabbit hole i go the
more i'm convinced that it's all just bullshit
well yeah i mean obviously yeah i mean i don't
think it's anything nefarious i think we just
have terrible memories Oh yeah, that's 100 %
what it is. You don't think that an underwear
company is breaking into your home to change
out your underwear with different tags? No, but
I believe the globalists are, so I mean... Yeah.
It is the globalists. That's what it boils down
to. It's always the globalists. They just can't
leave well enough alone. No, they can't. All
right. We ask this for every guest who comes
on, I guess. Are you a cryptids guy? Is this
something that you dive into? Or is this like...
kind of outside of your realm. Yeah, no, I've
always loved cryptids. Cryptids are like the
fun conspiracy theory, or they were for a long
time. Yeah. Because it's just animals. Like if
I never saw a giraffe and you showed me a picture,
I'd be like, that's not fucking real. Yeah. I
wouldn't believe you. Exactly. None of them are
off bounds to me. Like, have you seen a platypus?
And you're telling me like a jackalope is impossible?
Exactly. I mean, honestly, I feel like of all
the things that are possible, a bunny -shaped
cryptid, like a bunny -sized cryptid, is probably
the most reasonable. Oh, yeah, for sure. They
could hide easily. You wouldn't even know they
existed. I completely agree. All right, well,
I think I got a good cryptid for you guys today.
We haven't done a cryptid in a while, I feel
like. I feel like we're going back to what we...
where we started. Back to the roots. Yeah, so
Dom, glad you could be here for this one. Happy
to be here. Before we start today's episode,
real quick, today's episode is both awesome and,
like I said, it's a bit of a bummer. It's awesome
because it has all the elements that Sarge here
loves in a good small -town cryptid story, but
a bummer because, and this is going to serve
as the content warning for the episode, something
we don't normally do, there are a lot of dead
dogs in this story. Take that, vegans! Not great,
but I figured I would inform you now so that
you guys and the listeners aren't surprised at
the sheer amount of dead dogs that are going
to be coming up. I'm already rooting for the
armed villagers. Yeah. And yeah, so I figured
I'd let you guys know. And so anyone listening
can opt out of hearing this if they don't want
to hear. I'm not going to go into like graphic
detail. There is some because it's kind of important
to the story. So yeah, so anyone listening. If
you don't want to listen to it, you don't have
to. You two, unfortunately, are stuck with me
for this one. Thanks. I hate it. Yeah. All right.
So you guys ready to dive in today's story? I
can't wait. I had to put my dog down like four
months ago, so this is great. Oh, for fuck's
sake. I am so sorry. I probably should have asked.
I mean, that's not a question you would normally
think to ask. Do you like cryptids? Have you
had a pet recently die? Yeah. All right. All
right, so today, gentlemen, we are headed to
Bladdenboro, North Carolina, a small, uneventful
town surrounded by dense woods and endless swamplands.
It's the kind of place where... Not to sound
cliche, but everyone knows everyone. Nobody locks
their doors. And the loudest thing you'd hear
at night is probably like a screen door slamming
or like a couple screaming at each other a few
doors down. It's a quiet, safe, tight -knit community.
But that all changed in the winter of 1953 when
people's pets started turning up dead. Mauled,
drained of blood, and left in literal pieces.
People heard screams. Oh, come on. It's the Satanists.
People heard screams in the night from something
that sounded not human, but not quite animal
either. Today, we are going to be covering the
legend of the Beast of Bladdenboro. Is this something
either of you guys are familiar with? No, I've
never heard of it. It sounds British as hell,
too. It does. The Beast of Bladdenboro. Unfortunately,
it's North Carolina, which is arguably worst.
The Beast of Bladdenboro. That's closer. We're
getting there. Yeah. So this whole thing kicked
off, unfortunately, just after Christmas. On
the night of December 29th, 1953, a woman living
in nearby Clarkton heard the neighborhood dogs
just going absolute apeshit. All of them were
barking. And not like in a fun 101 Dalmatians,
like we got to get the news out type of way.
This is more like they're about to fuck something
up kind of. You don't know when a dog is really
angry. Yeah, yeah. Yeah, then suddenly, silence.
It all just stopped. So she stepped outside to
see just what all the hoopla was about and caught
just a glimpse of something large and low to
the ground, moving almost cat -like, slinking
off into the trees. Now, two nights later, on
December 31st, Bladdenboro Police Chief Roy Forrest
was called to the home of a local man named Woody
Storm. Amazing name. Made up names. Made up names.
Woody Storm sounds like a meteorologist. Woody
Storm is the perfect gay porn name, I feel like.
Okay. What was the other guy's name? Something
Forrest? Ray Forrest. It's F -O -R -E -S. There's
no T, so I don't know how to pronounce it. Forrest?
Ray Forrest. We'll go Forrest. Yeah. Now, this
is where the story starts to become a bummer.
Woody found two of his dogs just absolutely slaughtered.
Their bodies were torn apart, their skulls crushed,
and one of them has had his head completely torn
off. Now, like I said, that's a bummer, but here's
the kicker. There wasn't any blood. An autopsy
was performed and confirmed that the dogs had
pretty much been drained dry. They weren't eaten.
They weren't just killed. As the local papers
eventually called it, they were emptied, quote
-unquote, vampire style. Damn. So I think it's
safe to say that things escalated pretty quickly.
There wasn't a ramp up from just like stalking
around the tree line to just full on dog decapitation.
But don't worry, guys, it gets way worse from
here. So imagine if you're like a shitty dad
and you're like, hey, sorry, I forgot your Christmas
present. I finally got it for you. It's a pup.
Forget it. That's what I was thinking. I left
it in the car. It's like right after Christmas,
the amount of puppies that were probably given
as pets. I know, right? Dude, I don't know. I
can't wait to go feed Fluffy. Runs out in the
backyard. Fluffy's torn in half. Now, on New
Year's Day 1954, two more dogs were found mutilated.
And by January 3rd, the count had risen to seven
dogs. All killed in the same brutal fashion as
Woody's. And again, there was no blood. at the
scene. Was it two each time? Like Noah style?
It didn't say. Because it was a pair the first
time, right? Then they found two the next time?
Yeah. And then, well, there were seven altogether.
So that doesn't... So we can take Noah out of
the equation. He was involved at least. It wasn't
the Nephilim. No, it was not the Nephilim. We
can leave God on the table though. We can still
blame God for this. We can. Now, in one case,
a veterinarian examined a carcass and found,
quote -unquote, no more than two or three drops
of blood. I don't know how you can, like, accurately
measure that. Just squeezing the veins. Like,
don't eat a mac and cheese package. Just wringing
out fluff. I don't understand how, like, that
doesn't sound very scientific to me. Now, soon,
another dog was found with its lower jaw ripped
clean off. and another that was decapitated entirely.
But the stories didn't stop with just the bodies.
Several residents began reporting sightings of
the creature. They described it as a large shadowy
thing moving through the woods at night. One
described it as, quote, about five feet long
with bushy hair and a long tail and a face like
a cat, but I ain't ever seen a cat that big,
end quote. Another said it looked kind of like
a cougar. Some thought it was a bear, but no
one really knew what the fuck they were looking
at. Then there were the sounds that it made.
People started hearing high pitched wailing screams
coming from the swamps at night. Oh, easy. Marjorie
Taylor. This is how she stays young. Is that
what it is? Mutilates dogs. She's draining the
swamp. She means the dog in the swamp. She's
draining their blood. Yeah. God fucking damn
it. All right. Can I hear y 'all? What do y 'all
think the scream sounds like? Can I hear? Can
y 'all each do what you think it sounds like?
Then I'll do mine. Here's the thing. I know what
it sounds like. Oh. Do you have a recording?
No, but I have descriptions of it if you'd like
to hear. All right. So they described it as,
quote unquote, like a woman being murdered or,
quote unquote, a baby crying, but wrong. I don't
know what that means. Yeah, it's a baby, and
he's like, hey, where's my bottle? What the fuck?
Come on, guy. So for me, it sounds like a fisher
cat. I feel like that's, if you've ever heard
a fisher cat, it sounds like a fucking woman
being murdered or a baby crying, but wrong. Is
that a real animal? Yeah, a fisher cat's a real
animal. Okay, not like a wampus cat. No. It's
like a weasel. Yeah, but a very angry weasel.
yeah it's like a fat actually a wolverine is
probably a closer description yeah because they're
a little bit bigger and fatter yeah we uh we
have them up in new england like you could hear
them in the woods behind my house at night back
when i lived up there it's not great it's not
a fun sound if you don't know what you're hearing
it's now these weren't animal calls that anyone
in bladdenborough recognized and i i feel like
when you live in like a small community like
this especially like in the south or like appalachia
region like you're pretty familiar with like
what the animals are that are around you. So
if you don't recognize it, I, for me, that tends
to add credence to the story. Maybe I'm just
insane, but I feel like people in small town,
rural areas know what the fuck is in the woods
behind their house. And if they're hearing a
baby crying, but wrong, I tend to believe what
they have to say. Where? There. So now it's January
4th. Wow. See the baby. He's got a cigar. He
grabs a bank. Wassy. All right, so now it's January
4th. This is just five days after this all started,
and the panic in the town is very real. Reports
are flooding in daily, more animals turning up
dead, with each kill becoming more violent than
the last. People were scared, and they wanted
this thing captured or killed. So Chief Roy,
overwhelmed with calls and too few officers to
keep up, brought in a team of professional hunters
from Wilmington armed with quote -unquote cat
dogs, which are not half -cat, half -dog homunculi
as portrayed in the 90s Nickelodeon cartoon,
but they're actually hounds trained to track
bobcats and cougars. Well, this makes me sad
because I was a real cat dog. That's the best
cryptid ever. Oh, yeah, for sure. But the locals
and the people from the neighboring town said,
fuck that. We do not have time for these professionals
to do whatever it is they're trying to do. So
they took matters into their own hands. And by
the night of January 5th, over 500 armed men
roamed the woods and swamps. Locals, outsiders
who had heard about the attacks, good old boys,
frat boys from UNC Chapel Hill, backwoods rednecks,
all of them armed to the teeth and ready to be
the guy who killed the beast. Nothing brings
a community together like the opportunity to
roam around with a loaded weapon in the forest.
Kyle Rettenhaus was there. His mom dropped him
off. It's okay, I'm a medic. So they all came
armed with shotguns, high powered rifles, packs
of dogs, and just zero coordination. Like this
was not a very strategic hunt on their part.
I picture a lot of rednecks dying by, by friendly.
Yeah, it was a, it was an arm free for all in
the middle of the night and no one even knew
what they were like actually looking for. There
was no like description of the creature. Like,
like really, you know what I mean? Uh, I love
the idea that they all came out at like, sun
up like it's dawn and they all come out of the
woods carrying different animals and they're
like was this it all right throw it in the back
of the truck one of them holds up kyle rittenhouse
i think i got it but uh but but even with all
those people in the woods hunting this thing
or maybe because of they were in the woods hunting
this thing that that night shit got really real
when a woman named mrs c .e kinloss stepped out
onto her porch after hearing her dogs whining
Now, she had barely made it through the doorway
before something lunged at her. She screamed
and her husband ran outside with a shotgun at
the ready, but whatever was bolted into the woods
before he could get a shot off. Now, real quick,
before we move on, I'm not one to victim blame
here, but if news is going around that an unknown
massive demon cat thing is going around decapitating
dogs, keep your dogs inside. Bring the dog in.
Yeah. Yeah, bring the dogs in. Also, why are
they not in your bed to begin with? Exactly.
Why are they not cuddling next to you in your
bed, you psychopaths? My dog is always right
next to me. Exactly. The fact you left them out
there, heard them whining as if the unknown massive
demon cat thing is nearby, and then you go outside
to check on them to make sure there isn't a massive
demon cat actively decapitating them, and then
you get attacked by said demon cat, that's on
you. That's on no one else but you. Again, not
to victim blame, but also you're a bad pet and
should be in jail. I agree. 100%. Anyways, she
later described what attacked her as looking
like a big mountain lion, but not like one she
had ever seen before. Then, outside their home,
Chief Roy found massive paw prints in the dirt,
but the size and spacing of which didn't match
any common animal that was found in the region.
So, yeah, now it's attacking people. Not great,
but... It is what it is. How are we feeling so
far, guys? Adal, let's start with you, then I'll
see how Sarge is feeling. I'm stuck on the cat
dogs. I'm just really hoping there was something
going on there. I do have a little aside real
quick. My really religious grandpa wouldn't let
us watch CatDog when we were kids because he
said that crossbreeding wasn't biblical. So I
don't know if I'm allowed to listen to this story.
I'm going to risk getting in trouble. I'm pretty
confident they had mules. No, it's different.
It's a horse and a donkey. The question is, though,
if you have a cat dog, which side do you put
the leash on? I want to know if you need a cat
box or not. Oh, that's good. Like, where does
it... Is it like a belly button situation? Where
is it coming out? I always assumed, I mean, I
don't know. It comes out dog's mouth. Well, here's
the thing. Dog poops it out of his mouth. I was
going to say. And then probably eats it. I'm
almost certain that when, at one point, cat's
licking himself, and then dog has the hairball
come out of his mouth. So it has to be some sort
of human centipede scenario. different oh it's
not great it doesn't you know what i regret bringing
this up i hate this well that's on you bud you
did this to yourself it is a self -replicating
human centipede if they go like in a circle and
just mouth to mouth yeah i can't believe i'm
saying this but can we get back to the mauled
dogs because you've ruined i've ruined cat dog
all right so we'll we'll move on um but yeah
so it's attacking humans that's not Good, but
you know what might help? Yeah, it's problematic.
More people hunting this thing. By January 6th,
it was reported that 800 people had shown up
in town. Hunters, gawkers, reporters, you name
it. The town, which at this time had a population
of a little over 750 residents, had more than
doubled in size overnight. Just a... Bunch of
people traipsing through the swampland with loaded
weapons and no clue what they were doing. It
is actually the second largest gathering of armed
rednecks on a January 6th. I didn't even put
that together. Fuck, dude, that's good. They
let us in the woods, all right? That is deeply
funny. I'm not going to lie. At one point in
all this, someone, and I'm not sure who, they
devised a foolproof plan. Tie up a live dog as
bait and wait for the beast to strike. But that
plan fell apart pretty quickly because there
were so many hunters and people that they couldn't...
they kept wandering into the bait zones so they
gave up on that pretty quick um it wasn't the
best plan and not everyone was like super gung
-ho about it and i don't know how true this part
is but i read that apparently a humane society
sent a wire to chief roy and basically said like
hey dickhead maybe don't do that it's not yeah
but it is what it is so uh just like uh on the
actual january 6th by the end of the 6th the
chief and the mayor realized this can't continue
uh at this point go home stand down yeah at this
point you're more than likely to be shot by some
moonshiner than be attacked by the actual beast
so for the safety of the public the officials
called off the hunt like unless there was like
a fresh kill or like a like an actual verified
sighting just pack it up Get out. So the hunt
was called off, and then wouldn't you know it,
on January 7th, another dog was found mutilated
by a nearby swamp. A farmer also reported that
one of his goats had been killed in the same
manner as the other animals by its skull being
crushed and all of the blood drained from its
body. Now, on a... Fucking hell. That's not good.
Then on July 11th, two cars full of people were
driving near Big Swamp. I assume that's a swamp.
in the area. It's about four miles outside of
Bladdenbury when both cars caught something in
their headlights. A large, cat -like animal slowly
crossing the road and giving absolutely zero
fucks about the cars or the people in them. Six
eyewitnesses who saw it gave almost consistent
descriptions of what they saw. A four to five
foot long animal with a large head, runty ears,
and brownish fur. One witness, Jeff Evers, said
it looked, quote -unquote, like a tabby, but
if a tabby weighed 100 pounds and walked like
an apex predator. Oh, like a lion then. So it
was a lion. Pretty much, yeah. Or a tiger, right?
Stripes? Tabby? Yeah. I mean, either way, it's
a big cat. Too big for comfort, I feel like.
Yeah, Dahl was right. I'm an idiot. I said lion
when I meant to say tiger. It sounded like lion
to begin with, though, because they mentioned
a lot of hair. Yeah, big fluffy hair. Like a
mane or something. So he's a liger. A liger.
It's pretty much my favorite animal. Well, we
did learn that crossbreeding goes against God,
so it can't be a liger. That's what we have already
established this. God would not allow that. What?
He did allow fallen angels to reproduce with
women and create the Nephilim. Well, I mean,
that's different, though. It's different. It's
a different thing. Come on, man. You're thinking
about it too much. Don't think about it. You're
right. You're right. That's the problem. That's
the problem with most of these is that you're
thinking about it. Just let it ride. The Bible
sounds way more believable if you don't think
about it at all. Yeah, true. So that sighting
of the liar. That sighting was the last real
glimpse of the creature and considered by locals
as the last major sighting. Because on January
13th, a local farmer and part -time hunter named
Luther David found a bobcat snared in one of
his steel traps. David shot it and brought the
carcass into town. Now, the bobcat he caught
wasn't enormous, maybe 25 to 35 pounds, which
is normal for a bobcat, but nowhere near what
witnesses had described seeing. the mayor of
the town, Mayor Fussell, did not care. He was
over this shit. So he called it, this was the
beast, end of story. In a burst of dramatic small
town pageantry, they hoisted the bobcat's corpse
up a flagpole in downtown Bladdenbury and then
slapped a handwritten sign underneath it that
read, this is the beast of Bladdenborough. Pretty
gnarly. I would have liked that better if it
was just like a mission accomplished banner.
Yeah. Just in terms of the accuracy of a bobcat
crushing a dog's skull, I'm thinking George Bush
-style mission accomplished. Would you say 30
pounds? Yeah, 25 to 35 pounds. Not big. Not big
at all. I don't think that could crush a dog's
skull. Like, my dog is twice that size. Yeah,
no, it definitely couldn't. But, I mean, photos
were taken, the press ate it up, the mayor had...
declared victory but no one really believed it
like the bobcat again yeah it didn't match any
eyewitness descriptions it wasn't five feet long
it definitely didn't have the power to crush
skulls or just rip off heads entirely it's basically
just a large house cat yeah and it for sure didn't
explain like the missing and drained blood uh
even the mayor himself admitted later that he
didn't really think the bobcat was the culprit
like he just wanted this shit to be done the
mayor it makes sense i would have done the same
the mayor of this town it reminds me a lot of
the the one from jaws like okay just like he
was just he didn't want anyone talking about
what was going on but for some reason he's the
one that called in the press for all of that
like he just wanted he was a weird dude i didn't
i left a lot of the stuff about the mayor out
because fuck that guy it's not really important
to the story but just imagine the mayor from
jaws and that's that's this guy um got it but
hey man the killing stopped like people were
calming down so for the sake of public order
case closed i guess but if no one truly believed
it was a bobcat what could it have actually been
you guys want to hear some theories yeah uh yeah
Okay. Of course. Are any of them tigers or ligers?
None of them are tigers or ligers, unfortunately.
Well, this is kind of Appalachia, right? So are
Faye on the table? Good call. Faye is not on
the table. Shapeshifting Faye. Faye are always
on the table, all right? Always. That is true.
But that's not one of the theories that I came
across. But maybe we can create our own. The
first is that it could have been a wolf or possibly
a coyote. Both are plausible in terms of behavior
and bite strength, but neither fit the, quote,
like, move like a cat and drain the blood angle
that the story kind of centers around. And coyote
are way too small. True. Also, coyotes weren't
known in the region back then, and wolves had
pretty much vanished from North Carolina by then
altogether. So it doesn't seem very likely. Another
theory is what I like to call the big boy theory.
It is one of my favorites. This theory goes that
a man from Lumberton, like the next town over,
had claimed that the beast was actually his former
dog, a 90 -pound German Shepherd hound mix named
Big Boy. Former? Did he, like, resign? He had
given it to a kid who lived near the swamp right
before all the killing started. The dog was borderline
feral, I guess. It was big, aggressive, and for
the... most part largely unaccounted for most
of the time. But again, that doesn't really match
the description. And there was never any proof
that Big Boy was ever involved or that he even
existed. This could have just been a dude talking
about his dog. I don't know. Then there's the
theory that most locals and I myself believe
is the most likely, and that is that the beast
was a cougar or mountain lion, a .k .a. a Carolina
panther. It fits the description almost to a
T. Long tail, feline face, and even some of the
sounds coming from the swamp match up. Thing
is, though, the Carolina panther has been extinct
with the last confirmed sighting dating back
to the late 1800s. There have been reported sightings
in the region for decades now. And in 2007, a
wildlife camera may have caught one on a film.
So it is possible that a lone panther was stalking
the swamps in 1953, 1954. But who really knows?
Stalking blood, though? Drinking all the blood?
Well, they might have been, I don't know, lapping
it up after the kill. Really thirsty. I don't
know. It's all alone. Ringing it out. Yeah. And
then you got the fun theory that the beast was
something we've never classified. Maybe it's
something vampiric, similar to the chupacabra.
The bloodless corpses, the violence. It seems
it could be like the southern cousin of the chupacabra.
Others have tied it to the massive six -legged
beast known as the wampus cat. a creature from
indigenous and appalachian folklore the wampus
cat is said to be similar in size and build to
a cougar they're known for the absolute haunting
sounds that they're known to make howls screams
they're fucking fast strong said to attack livestock
some even say they even possess the power to
cause panic and fear Just cuz. They have extra
arms too, right? Don't they have an extra set
of limbs? Yeah, he said six legs. Yeah, six legs.
And they can walk upright or on all six legs.
It's not great. But then there's the boring theory
and that it was just mass hysteria. I mean, probably.
A few dog deaths, probably all from different
predators got sensationalized and then the town
spiraled into chaos. It's lame, but I mean, it
fits. I mean, I'm a little confused, though,
because I don't think there's a lot of predators
that could rip a dog's head off or crush its
skull. Like, dogs have hard skulls. It's got
bears. Maybe a horse wandered in and fucking
kicked it in the skull. You don't know. It's
a small town. I guess it could have bled out,
too, and if it's in the dirt or something at
night and dried up by morning, people, I don't
know. I could see it being hysteria. But also,
I mean, I don't know how cold it gets in North
Carolina. This is end of December, early January.
I don't know what that does to it. I would say,
I don't know. It's probably still got a little
cold. It was probably in the 40s and 50s. I don't
know why I was thinking it just evaporates. I
don't know. I'm not very smart. But whatever
was prowling around Bladenboro that winter left
more than just dead dogs in its wake. It left
a legend. Decades later, people still talk about
the beast. It's now on t -shirts. It's celebrated
at festivals. And it's still the subject of many
a campfire stories. Maybe it was a bobcat. Maybe
it was just mass hysteria. Or maybe it's something
we still haven't caught. Either way, there you
have it. That is the legend of the beast of Bladdenboro.
How we feeling? Dahl, we'll start with you. I
dig it. I mean, I don't like all the dog death,
but I do think it's funny that he kind of became
like the town hero at the end. This thing that
we tried to kill for a week. And then it's just
like, nope, he's actually pretty awesome. I do
feel bad for the bobcat who wound up being a
flag. Yeah, dude, that's wild, dude. How do you
even do that? Like tie its paws around? It's
just a fucked up thing to do to a bobcat. It's
not even going to wave in the wind. But also
not to be super offensive or blue, but it's North
Carolina in the 1950s. I'm sure they know how
to string things up is all I'm saying. Oh, god
damn it. Yeah, was this a sundowntown? It sounds
like a sundowntown. I actually googled if it
was a sundowntown, and it said... It said...
it said it wasn't but the county that it was
in was so technically we're not a sundown town
but we are part of the uh tri -state region which
is a sundown area yeah so i i did look it up
because i was like i because if it is i have
to mention it it didn't say it was so i didn't
but again i feel like my point still stands about
the how they got the bobcat yeah no that makes
a lot of sense yeah i'm really shocked a place
below the mason dixon is a sundown area yeah
and you said they went through mass hysteria
that doesn't sound like them at all no no no
that doesn't sound southern in any way well sarge
i feel like we can't say much we did have a whole
series of trials that ended in a lot of deaths
um mostly because we thought people were witches
so That was before Harvard was founded, okay?
Okay. All right. That was different. Those were
actually witches. Yes, exactly. It's a little
different. They were witches. Sarge, how are
you feeling about this story? I think that this
story is a really good message to Kristi Noem.
You can kill as many dogs as you want, and eventually
you will get retribution. so nothing happened
to the mayor there's hope nothing but we don't
know the beast is still out there yeah but the
beast became a hero after it killed a bunch of
dogs and i think that's what christy's shooting
for literally literally shooting for this is
it's like the the the redneck version of john
wick except it's the old town and rather than
like killing all the people who were involved
they just shrunk up a fucking The flagpole in
Colorado today because the mayor declared it.
Dude, like the mayor declaring victory. I mean,
I get it, dude. Like you have 800. Your town
doubled in size overnight. You're like, just
get these fucking people out of here. Yeah. Look,
there it is. We did it, guys. Fucking go home.
Leave me alone now. You could tell he like being
the mayor of 750 people is probably easy peasy.
And his job got. way harder in three days than
it's ever been in the entire time he was mayor
i gotta say i am actually shocked that that many
armed idiots went into the woods and not one
person got shot yeah you would think that there
would have been more cat i feel like we've covered
stories before where there was more near misses
than there were with this one exactly and i'm
and that's not even like me making fun of the
region or anything you give to any idiots a bunch
of guns and put them into the woods, you're probably
going to get shot. You get an Ashley Babbitt
at some point. Exactly. Well, no, because nobody's
going to celebrate the idiot getting shot because
he wasn't trying to steal America. You can't
really turn them into a martyr for the Beast
of Bladenboro. All right, guys. I think that's
all we got. That's the entire episode. I want
to thank Da for coming on. Sarge, thank you for
just being you starting to show off with dick
jokes um duh before we go i just made the one
is uh is there anything you want to plug anything
you want to say anything you got going on yeah
i thought it might be uh appropriate to plug
uh since this is cryptic cocktail hour uh the
mocktail that i'm drinking is uh it's a non -alcoholic
whiskey and coke flavored soda called cowboy
cola oh hell yeah this is actually this is actually
my company me and a buddy started it earlier
really earlier this year and we recently launched
yeah we're called no spirit we've got a uh the
cowboy cola then we have a caribbean cola right
now which is a non -alcoholic rum and coke uh
and then we are working on grandma tonic is what
we're calling it and it's a non -alcoholic gin
and tonic flavored soda Not gonna lie, I would
drink the fuck out of a non -alcoholic gin and
tonic. Yeah, I love gin and tonic. Send me an
address and I'll send y 'all some samples. Hell
yeah, man. Yeah, absolutely. I'll plug the fuck
out of that too. Thank you so much. Oh yeah.
And if people want to find you, where can they
find you? I'm on Instagram, TikTok, and YouTube
at at logo lore for DAW. D -A -W. Alright. And
you mentioned to me something about, I can edit
this part out, but you mentioned something about
working on a comic book. Do you want to talk
about that or no? sure yeah uh me and a buddy
wrote um we're working on a comic book we wrote
the first issue about a year ago and it's taken
me a while to illustrate it but it is uh it's
called mid strangeness so kind of a take on high
strangeness uh about a pretty good a wampus cat
and a uh and a skunk ape in who live in the middle
of a swamp in florida called strangeness And
yeah, it's kind of just a love letter to like
old school rubber hose animation up through like
old Hanna -Barbera cartoons. A lot of up through
like even Ren and Stimpy type of stuff kind of
influenced it being a kid of the 90s. Working
on that, I don't know when that's going to be
out. Who knows? It's a work in progress. I love
Vernon Stimpy. When it gets closer to being released,
we'll definitely have both of you on to talk
about it. I think that'd be super fun. That'd
be awesome. Sarge, you got anything you want
to plug or say before we sign off? If you don't
want a mocktail, drink Narragansett. They are
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right now. Dave's rocking the Atlantic, and I'm
doing a red beer with just a traditional Narragansett
lager and some Clamato. Ooh, that sounds awful.
It sounds awful, but you get a taste for it,
and then it becomes really good. It's like a
redneck Bloody Mary. I was going to say, we used
to call that redneck Bloody Marys, but that was
PBR and tomato juice. It's all bad. It's not
good. Clamato is a little bit better than tomato
juice. It's a little bit more of an interesting
flavor. All right. All right. So with that out
of the way, normally I would have Sarge say goodbye
and I'd love to do the audience. But, Dawg, do
you want to do the honors of saying goodbye and
I'd love to do the audience? Oh, yeah, sure.
Goodbye, bunch of people I've never met. I love
you. I love you so much. Yes.