I think I found a good story. Chelsea, you've heard of Bohemian Grove before, right?
Yes.
The secretive elite location, Alex Jones gets a lot of his street cred from sneaking in there with a camera,
and it's where, you know, satanic rituals are supposed to happen.
Bohemian Grove is a real place. It is a real rich people club.
I found this article. It's On the Guardian, written by Michael Sinato, and it was published on June 18th, 2023.
It appears Bohemian Grove might be in a little bit of hot water,
because workers are suing the secretive elite club Bohemian Grove for wage theft.
Oh my God.
Yeah.
Workers at Bohemian Grove, one of the most elite and secretive clubs in the U.S.,
have filed a lawsuit alleging numerous unfair labor practices, including 16-hour workdays with outbreaks
and a failure to pay overtime and minimum wage to the workers.
Bohemian Grove, which attracts some of the most powerful people to a mysterious gathering in the woods,
north of San Francisco, has long been the subject of fascination and conspiracy theories.
The lawsuit was brought by former valets who worked for several years at the club's Montabrio
summer camp in Sonoma County. The secretive 2700-acre camp near the Russian river has operated
every summer for 150 years and is rumored to end in a ritual involving a human effigy and burning
of a giant sacrificial owl. The club was reportedly visited by the Supreme Court Justice Clarence
Thomas and billionaire donors such as Harlan Crowe. It has been rumored over the years to be the site
where Richard Nixon's successful 1968 presidential election campaign was launched and where J. Robert
Oppenheimer first discussed the Manhattan Project. The club currently has a list of
2600 active members and a sizable waitlist. Members have included individuals such as Henry
Kissinger, Richard Nixon, Ronald Reagan, Charles Schwab, and several other powerful political
and economic leaders around the world. The lawsuit alleges about 100 separate camps that comprise
the club each have one or more captains who violate numerous labor laws every summer. The
complaint includes an allegation that Bohemian Grove Treasurer Bill Dawson has personally
directed valets to falsify payroll records and to work off the clock. The lawsuit alleges valets
were paid only eight hours despite working 16 plus hours a day without a break for the duration of
a 14-day summer camp. Another allegation in the lawsuit claims the worker was directed to hide
from a payroll employee when they made a surprise visit to the camp as they were being paid under
the table. We just want this to stop, said former valet at the camp who requested to remain anonymous
for fear of retaliation from the club or members. The worker described members as seemingly wealthy
with private jets, million dollar cars, $200,000 watches, and homes on Billionaires Beach in Malibu.
They said that they would have to perform tasks beyond their job duties for some members, such
as one instance where a billionaire member forgot to bring underwear to the camp and the
valets were asked to hand wash it. They explained over the years the conditions
overworking and lack of paid overtime, lack of breaks would worsen despite promises to workers
to do otherwise. These promises, kind words from some of the very wealthy members friendships with
co-workers kept them coming back year after year to the job the worker added. It's still going on,
the payroll stuff, the unpaid overtime, the rates if the day is set, but even if you work 23.5 hours
a day, your daily rate is your daily rate. This was all kind of conceived to save money, which is
kind of comical, the worker said referring to the immense wealth of the members. They added,
quote, the club really struggled hiring staffed last few years because they're just not getting
with the program of modern food service labor where you have to pay a better wage. They argued,
isolation of the camp and demanding environment amplified some of the typical poor working
conditions in the restaurant and hospitality industry because there's no internet, no cell
service and pressure from the club to meet the demands of members and keep enticing new very
wealthy members into the club. Quote, all of these kind words and supposed good gestures only were
only available to me if I kept my mouth shut and if I were worked around the clock and didn't
complain so I feel used to the worker added, I gave them a lot of good years. The lawsuit is
seeking class action status affecting 300 employees who worked outside the camp that used staffing
firm for hiring and they are seeking up to $1.5 million in damages from the all-male club and
booking labor. I think that's far enough there. Chelsea, what are your thoughts? It's interesting,
I mean they probably don't want this guy doing this. And I think at the end of the day, if you're
going to be in charge of a super secretive club that has weird conspiracies about it, just pay
your damn workers, pay them at least a bit of a wage. Yeah, that's weird and he's not working
23.5 hour days, is he? He might have. I think what they meant there is no matter how many
hours you work, you just get paid the day rate. It's a legacy about that. Yeah, and if any of you
are involved with a super secret club, just talk to your payroll people or your management to make
sure that your employees are being paid properly. You probably just want to pay them a decent wage,
especially if you're making lots of money in memberships that kind of clientele. Yeah, but
hey, nobody wants to work anymore. With that, let's get into this episode. Okay.
From the unexplained to the mundane, come join us on a journey to the fringe.
Hello and welcome to Journey to the Fringe. Don't mind that snakey smell, it's just sometimes what
the fringe smells like. It might have something to do with that ancient room filled with snakes,
but let's not worry too much about that. We are your clean and aroma free podcast host,
Taylor and Chelsea. And today, speaking of aromas, we are talking about those things that you might
smell on your walks down to the beach, on the hikes, through the trees. And of course, we're
talking about plants. Chelsea, I believe, is going to be telling us about those cryptid of our planty
friends who remain elusive and hard to see. Yeah, very fringy indeed. And I'm sure that you're
thinking how fringy can plants be. Well, I'm going to, we're proving you wrong today, because we're
delving into the fringy and mundane subject that we are here at Journey to the Fringe. We only have
a recently thought this was possible as a topic, which is Cryptobotany. You have just recently
come into some information, new fringiness. If Cryptobotany sounds familiar to you, but you
just can't put your finger on it, well, that is because it sounds like Cryptozoology, aka cryptid.
We shorten it down for you because Cryptozoology is a mouthful. And we've covered that time and time
again on this podcast, and we love them ever so dearly. However, instead of ending in Zoology,
it ends in botany, which is plants, study of plants to be specific. All in all, it's the study of
plants whose existence has not been confirmed and is the search for formally undescribed plants.
There are so many ways we could go with this, but today I'm doing man-eating variety. I guess
this one kind of comes back to the Venus flytrap. I've had one. I do eat things that are not water.
What do plants eat? Sun rays. Venus flytrap eats more than just the sun.
And then they eat CO2 and fardot oxygen for us. Plants are amazing. The Venus flytrap,
of course, which probably doesn't eat humans. I've never seen it eat a human, just a fly.
They don't get that pig. Yeah. Insects that we know of, and that's probably proven they don't
eat humans. Venus flytrap. I don't know if you could prove they don't eat humans,
but I think it's just an agreed upon fact. I mean, I guess you could never really rule it out for
sure because there's always a one off, right? I do have an interesting fact about the Venus flytrap.
I would like to share at this point. Chelsea, where do you think the Venus flytrap is located?
Like its natural habitat. Amaz- Australia. Yeah. You think it would be exotic? Yeah.
Killer plants. It makes sense in Australia. Amazon makes sense. Rainforest. It's from the Carolinas.
What? Really? Yep. I, that doesn't even make sense. Maybe it does. Maybe it does eat humans.
And the universe was trying to produce some sort of plant that would eliminate Carolinas.
And that's its only native area is north and south Carolina. That is so weird. Okay. So the Venus
flytrap apparently discovered in the Carolinas in the 1760s. So you're probably thinking like,
of course, the Venus flytrap exists. Let me just get through what I wrote here because I don't know
where this is going up until this point. No one would have believed that it could actually catch
and consume insects. But of course that is its career path. It just eats insects as well as the
sun. I don't know. I didn't do that much research. Well, it's green. I assume it does some photosynthesis.
It's just not a lot. Not a lot. Not a lot. I mean, have you ever seen it close around a fly? It is
really slow. It doesn't just like eat it. So being that the species of plant does in fact exist,
reports have also emerged from several reported remote regions of the world concerning canibirous
plants that can ensnare and devour creatures as large as birds, dogs and monkeys and sometimes
even humans. That's got to get their protein. Some of them, I guess. I don't know that the sun
gives you that much protein. So first up is the Madagascar tree. This tree is in fact the earliest
well-known tale of a man-eating tree. So does that make it still not very well known because
we've never heard of this before? I mean, as well known as you're going to get for the man-eating
tree variety, cryptid tree, adobot tree. I think it's been like a cartoon trope that there's man
eating plants. But outside of that, like I honestly didn't know stories of man eating plants. This is
brand new news to us. So we first hear of this in an article for New York World by Edmund Spencer
on April 26, 1874, in which in the daily edition, then two days later in the weekly edition,
in the article, a letter was published by a purported German explorer named Carl Leaché
Leesh, depending on where he's from, who provided a report of encountering a sacrifice performed
by the Mikoto tribe of Madagascar. And sorry, what year was this? This is 191874. Okay. So
fucking long time ago. Spiritualism is still at its height. No, it's coming to a close. Okay,
so it's performed by a tribe in Madagascar. The paper claimed to have received its information
about the tree from, quote, the last number of Gray Fae and Walters magazine published at
Earl's Rue, in quote, in which there was a letter from the discovered Carl, who I just mentioned,
who was an eminent botanist. And he wrote the letter to a colleague, Dr. Omelius.
Omelius, there's a name you don't hear fried, lousy, which the article was mostly made up of a
letter written. This story was picked up by many other newspapers of the day, including the South
Australian Register on October 27, 1874, where it gained even greater popularity, describing the
tree, the letter related, slender, delicate, palpy, with the fury of starved serpents, quivered a
moment over her head, then as if instinct with demonic intelligence fastened upon her in sudden
coils, round and round her neck and arms. Then while her awful scream and yet more awful laughter
rose wildly to be instantly strangled down again into a gurgling moan, tendrils one after another,
like great green serpents, with brutal energy and infernal rapidly rose retracted themselves,
wrapped her about in fold after fold, ever tightening with cruel swiftness and savage tenacity
of anacondas fastening upon their prey, end quote. So this plant is moving as a snake around this
woman strangling her. Yes, and she seems to be having a mental breakdown. Yeah, screaming and laughing.
I mean, I don't know how else to react by being eaten like that by a plant. So
in the letter, Leshae describes traveling through Madagascar into the region occupied by the
Makodos, a tribe of inhospitable savages of whom little was known. As Lyshe and his party walked
along, they noticed that members of the Makodos tribe were silently emerging from the jungle and
following behind them. They came to a spot where a stream wound through the forest and here they
encountered the most singular of trees. Lyshe provided a detailed description of the tree.
If you can imagine a pineapple eight feet high in thick in proportion resting upon its base and
denuded of leaves, we'll have a good idea of the trunk of the tree, which, however, was not the
color of a banana, but a dark, dingy brown and apparently hard as iron. In the apex of its truncated
cone, at least two feet in diameter, eight leaves hung sheer to the ground, like Doris swung back
on their hinges. These leaves, which were joined to the top of the tree at regular intervals, were
about 11 or 12 feet long and shaped very much alike the leaves of the American Ahave, or Sentry
plant. They were two feet through in their thickest part and three feet wide, leaping to a sharp
point that looked like a cow's horn, very convex on the outer, but now under surface and on the
inner, now upper surface, slightly concave. This concave face was thickly set with very strong
thorny hooks, like those upon the head of a drizzle. These leaves hanging thus limp and lifeless,
dead greening color had an appearance, the massive strength of oak fiber. Oh, it goes on and on and
on. The apex of the cone was a round white concave figure, like a smaller plate set within a larger
one. This was not a flower, but a receptacle, and there exuded in a clear, trickly liquid,
honey sweet, and possessed a violent intoxicating and so horrific properties from underneath the rim,
so to speak. The undermost plate, a series of long, hairy, green tendrils stretched out in
every direction towards the horizon. These were seven or eight feet long each and tapered from
four inches to half an inch in diameter, yet they stretched out stiffly as iron rods. Above these,
from between the upper and undercut, six white, almost transparent palpite reared themselves
towards the sky, whirling and twisting with a marvelous, incessant motion, yet constantly
reaching upwards. Thin as reeds and frail as quills, apparently, they were yet five or six feet tall
and were so constantly invigorously in motion, with such a subtle, sinuous, silent throbbing
against the air that they made me shudder in spite of myself, with their suggestion of serpent-flayed,
yet dancing on their tails. The Makodos, when they saw the tree, began shouting,
Tepe, Tepe! And they surrounded one of their women and forced her, at javelin point, to climb the
tree until she reached the apex of the cone that contained the trickly fluid. Tisk, tisk, the Makodos
men cried, which meant, drink, drink! Obediently, she drank, and then almost instantly, the slender
palpite of the tree came alive, withered and seized her around the neck and arms. She screamed,
but the tendrils gripped her tighter, strangling her until her cries became a gurgled moan.
The contraction of the tendrils caused the fluid of the tree to stream down its trunk,
mingling with blood and oozing viscera of the victim. Makodos rushed towards to drink this
mixture of blood and tree fluids. I can't believe I just said that. Then ensued, a grotesque and
indescribably hideous orgy, Lachey concluded his letter by explaining that he studied the
coniferous tree for three more weeks, during which he found several other smaller specimens in the
forest. He saw one of the trees eat a lemur. He named the species Crenoidida d'Ageana, because
when its leaves are in action, it bears a striking resemblance to the well-known fossil of the Crenoid
Lilystone. So there's that. That is a lot of fine detail. That is. I have so many questions. The
first one I really want to know is, so this is just like a stationary plant, right? It doesn't move?
It doesn't seem to move. I particularly like the detail that it wasn't yellow like a banana,
but no, it seems to have tentacles. So to say. Yeah, that are just like flailing around in the air.
Yeah, but also pointing to the sky like iron. Yeah, so these don't move around, but the tribe
was surprised to see it? Like, would they not know where it was? I would really want to like
mark on a map. No, where these man-eating trees are. Just avoid this area. Seems as if they are
consistently sacrificing people to it. It kind of seems like they came across this in that story
by surprise, and they're like, oh, let's sacrifice this woman because we found it. No, I think the
the right or were they going there to sacrifice? Yeah, I think the writer of it came upon it by
surprise and witnessed this all just by a stroke of luck. Okay. This was going on at the very moment.
But at the same time, he's like not that taken aback because he's making very, very detailed
observations about this tree. Not the orgy. He just said it. Well, a little bit of the orgy because
definitely not as detailed as the tree itself. That is not yellow like a banana.
Nor was the orgy. Well, the orgy might have been. We don't know for sure.
So then a book is written about the Madagascan man-eater plant written by Chase Osborne,
who was oddly a governor of Michigan. I could not find any evidence that he had actually been to
Madagascar. I believe he wrote it based on this story. Yeah, story, stating article. So any
how yeah, like if you know about a man eating tree, I don't know why you'd want to go to Madagascar.
That's true. You might just, you know, happen upon another one of these and
Layling about it. I would want I don't know that I would seek that. Some people would. He writes
this book entitled Madagascar land of the man eating tree. So he claims that both the tribes
and missionaries in Madagascar knew about the tree, provided the same account that I just gave you,
and also adds that I do not know whether this steegish tree really exists or whether the blood
curdling stories about it are pure myth. It is enough for my purpose. If its story focuses on
your interest upon one of the least known spots in the world. So he can say that based on never
being to Madagascar that it may or may not exist. Yeah, any idea when he wrote that story? No,
that seems like an important thing that I left out. And then turns out really lay a science
author looked into this and it was completely made up. What? But it sounds so believable. I know,
right? I know. It was that banana detail that really got me. You would have never thought.
Usually when there's so much detail like this is completely made up. I know you guys were all
banking on it being true, but here we are. Sorry to disappoint. Next up, Yate Veo, which is native
to South America and Central America and is a close relative to the Madagascar tree. So somebody
probably would have taken somehow the seeds of the Madagascar tree to South America. It doesn't exist.
Yes. Got the Yate Veo. This is named after the Spanish phrase I see you already,
named as such because of the hissing sound it makes, which sounds similar to the phrase.
And so the hissing sound sounds like it's saying Yate Veo. This plant is said to catch and consume
large insects, but will also settle for and attempt to consume humans. Seems like a big stretch to go
from, I mean, how large is a large insect? Maybe the size of my hand? They can get pretty big. I
think they can get bigger than that. What? Oh yeah, the centipedes in the rainforest are huge.
Oh shit. Okay. Let's not talk about it that much because that is more terrifying than a man-eating
plant because I feel like you could easily get away from a man-eating plant. Yeah. It inhabits the
secluded and rarely visited tepui, a high and misty mesa in the Guyana highlands of South America.
Descriptions of the plant describe it as having a short, thick trunk and long tendril-like appendages
which are used to catch prey. It has poisonous spines that resemble many huge serpents in an
angry discussion, occasionally dirty from side to side, as if striking at an imaginary foe,
and the foe being any creature that dares come with them reach. I mean, how dare it?
Some accounts include an eye which is super creepy. So I can't picture how this looks. The thorns
look like snakes that are fighting? Yeah. Okay. Can't picture that. No. It's its tendrils,
so it would also have tentacles. Okay. Okay. Yeah. It's a fairly good theme of man-eating plants.
They have tentacles. Natives of whichever country you choose to think this is in.
Is it Guyana? It's somewhere in there. In the Guyana area? Yeah. I thought it to be a work of
an evil witch doctor. This man-eater makes its appearance in James W. Bewell's Sea and Land,
1889, where he describes the plant. I love the things that come out of the 1800s. They're just
so whimsical. J. W. Bewell gives us this description of this abomination in his seminal work, Sea and
Land, 1887. Quote, Travelers have told us of a plant which they assert grows in Central Africa
and also in South America. It is not contented with myriad of larger insects which it catches
and consumes, but its veracity extends to making even humans its prey. This marvelous,
wait for it, this marvelous vegetable minotaur is represented of having a story that I can't
believe I just said that. This episode has some very unique phrases that I never thought were
things that have been said. I never thought I would say this ever. Yeah, this is in print.
So let me start again because we need to hear it again. This marvelous vegetable minotaur is
represented as having a short thick trunk from the top of which radiate giant spines, narrow and
flexible, but of extraordinary tenaciousness, edges of which are armed with barbs or dagger-like
teeth. Instead of growing upright, or at an inclined angle from the trunk, these spines
lay their outer ends upon the ground. And so gracefully are they distributed that the trunk
resembles an easy couch with green drapery around it. The unfortunate traveler, ignorant of the
monstrous creation which lies in his way and curious to examine the strange plant or to rest
himself upon it, inviting stock approaches without a suspicion of his certain doom. The moment his
feet are set within the circle of the horrid spines, they rise up like giant serpents and
entwine themselves about him until he is drawn upon the stump. And they speedily drive their
daggers into his body and thus complete the massacre. The body is crushed until every drop of blood
is squeezed out of it and becomes absorbed by the gore-loving plant when the dry carcass is thrown
out in the horrid trap set again. And... Huh, it looks like a couch that you can just take a break
on while hiking and then... You can easily be fooled by it. Yes, huh. In the tentacles reto from there.
And then it just like grabs you and stabs you to death. Like every liquid in your body. Yeah,
I'm not sure how it feeds on you though. And they didn't say anything about the hissing.
No. You would think you would also hear that upon approaching it when it's...
It hisses and says, yeah, the couch is hissing, yeah, too, Vio, are you? It's like a good
thought if any to take a break. I'm surprised this hasn't been made into a motion picture. I mean,
all they're doing right now is remaking old movies. I see a gold mine. Why don't they use old ideas?
Yeah, this is a gold mine. And if they take it from this podcast, I would assume they would
owe us royalties or something. Yeah, well, that's always been our advertising campaign.
Yeah, exactly. We give the advertising and then they pay us once they feel that it's been paying us.
We take other people's ideas, save them on this podcast, and then they pay us.
At some point in the future. We don't do any of the payments beforehand.
And that's what makes our advertising campaigns unique. Very incredibly unique.
Next up, the Vampire Vine, aka the Devil's Snare. I'm going to start with the account first of the
Vampire Vine for this one. A detailed plant that had the capability to drain the blood of any living
thing which comes within its death dealing touch, which they're all pretty much doing at this point.
So that's not unique. I'm still not sure like how it's feeding, but they are sucking the fluids dry
except for that first plant, which just created orgy juice. Yeah. Like it didn't actually say
it feeds on them. It just kills them and creates orgy juice. Yeah, it's almost as if it hasn't
properly been thought through almost, but that one is very much a thing. I mean, these could just be
killing for fun. It's true, which is very concerning in a plant or human. Basically, anyone killing for
fun is hunter. Back to who is this? Vampire Vine. Mr. Dunstan, a naturalist who had recently
returned whenever this is taking place. Probably not 2023. I'm guessing it's the 1800s. Recently
within whenever this event is taking place, returned from Central America. Seems like a weird thing to
get hung up on on my part, but let me continue. So he's recently returning from Central America,
again, timeframe established, where he spent nearly two years in the study of the flora and
the fauna of the country and relates the finding of a singular growth in one of the swamps, which
surround the great lakes of Nicaragua. He engaged in hunting for botanical and entomological specimens
and he hears a dog cry out. Oh, he's done. He's done barking. No. As if an agony from a distance.
I was hoping he would have good timing on that. That would be great. Yeah.
But no, he knows to fear the vampire vine. He knows when to fuck it up.
Running to the spot once the animals cries came. I'm glad he went to the dog's rescue.
Mr. Dunstan found him enveloped in a perfect network of what seemed to be a fine rope like
tissue of ropes and fibers. The native servants who accompanied Mr. Dunstan manifested the greatest
horror of the vine, which they called the devil snare and were full of stories of its death
dealing powers. I do not have those stories. I just have Mr. Dunstan's accounts. He was able to
discover very little about the nature of the plant owing to the difficulty of handling it,
or its grasp can only be torn away with the loss of skin and even of flesh. That's the same thing.
That's the same thing. Yeah. This is very same thing. That's a wordy way to say the same thing
twice. As near as Mr. Dunstan could ascertain its power of suction, it contained in a number of the
words in this are incredible. Infinitismo, mouse, or little suckers, which ordinarily closed,
open for the reception of food. That's actually what it says. Yeah. So it's ropes, appendages,
are made up of little Venus fly traps then, I guess. Okay. Okay. That's weird. I think. I think
that's a good way to put it. I think so. This is using a lot of words. If this substance is animal,
the blood is drawn off and the carcass or refuse then dropped. They just want the blood. And the
skin. Oh, oh, this was published 1891. So they're all around the same time, which is weird. October
to be more specific in review of reviews by editor William Thomas Stead. The account review was based
on a story found in Lucifer Magazine, which would be Mr. Dunstan. So that's the vampire line. And
most of the accounts you're going to find are short. There's not a whole lot of information on
them mostly because they're not real things. Well, and I just spoiled the episode. Not really. Most
of the only the first guys evens like, yeah, I tried to study it and I found another one. It was
eating a lemur. Yeah. That would be disturbing to everybody else's just have to want. I feel
like I would need therapy after seeing a plant eat a lemur. But that's being living in an environment
where plants don't ordinarily eat lemur. I feel like it'd be more concerning seeing a tribe come
across the plant, have one of their tribe members go up, drink the sap, get strangled to death,
have their fluids come out and then have orgy incense. Again, that is like quite the
key remained composed throughout. I mean, we imagine. I mean, the way I read it may not have
been relaying the proper panic he was feeling. Last but not least, we have the man eating tree
of Nubia, a coniferous tree reported by one eyewitness who relayed the story in 1881. Yes,
another novel, this one written by Phil Robinson, it's called under the punka laying the tales of
his uncle's travels around the world. And one part in particular involved a man eating tree that was
found in Nubia. Of course, his uncle describes a tree, of course, let me get to where he describes
it quote, this awful plant that rears its splendid desk shade in the central solitude of a Nubian
fern forest sickens by its unwholesome humors, all vegetation from its immediate vicinity and feeds
upon the wild beast that in the terror of the chase or the heat of noon seek the thick shelter of its
boasts upon the birds that flitting across the open space come within the charm circle of its power
or innocently refresh themselves from the cups of its great wax and flowers upon even man himself
when an infrequent prey the savage seeks its asylum in the storm or turns from the harsh foot wounding
sword grass of the glade to pluck the wondrous fruit that hang plumb down among the wondrous
foliage and such fruit glorious golden ovals great honey drops swelling by their own weight and pear
shaped translucencies foliage glistens with a strange dude that all day long drips on the ground below
nurturing a rank growth of grasses which shoot up in places so high that their spikes of fierce
blood fed green show far up among the deep tinted foliage of the terrible tree and like a jealous
bodyguard keep concealed the fearful secret of the charnel house within the draw around the black
roots of the murderous plant at a scent screen of living green the story of the uncle so-and-so
continues on describing how the tree captured and ate one of the uncle's guides and so he had to start
blastings i don't know if they wanted money or they wanted something more sexual but it's a lucky
thing i had my pieces anyway i started blasting bang wow i don't see so good so i missed when the
uncle finally ran out of ammunition he pulled out his knife to slit the trees throughout obviously the
tree fought back with its blood sucking leaves and entangling limbs so that's that he slit the
trees throughout anyway you guys all think i'm a hero and i'll accept that responsibility all of
these stories are insane like they're so wordy using all these weird words final thoughts to the
outside observer it seems as though maddening plants are a hundred percent fabricated but my
question to you is why would they lie yeah that's crypto botany that's man-eating crypto botany
and i feel like in the future we will be having other forms of crypto botany that we will cover
because there's more than just man-eating for other ones and i will leave that for your imagination
until the episode when we can cover it next well chelsea i thank you for looking into these big
worded clearly not fabricated stories if you use your biggest words that means it's truthful the
more wordy would detail i find the more credible your story will be so just remember that for your
future credible encounters yeah also use specific numbers that aren't even so like eight feet tall
six and a half feet tall six feet three inches it's more believable for sure yeah never round
never round about 50 feet tall no no it is 49 and three eighths of an inch skeptics will put
fucking holes in that if you're rounding up to the nearest hole and with that piece of advice
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