
DACK: The Adirondack Bigfoot Body, The Cornell DNA, And A $10 Million Deadline | #WeirdDarkNEWS
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Charles "Snake" Stuart says he found an eight-foot Bigfoot dead in New York's Adirondacks, that a Cornell University DNA report shows what it is, and that Cornell has until 5:00 p.m. on November 1st to take back its denial or pay him $10 million.
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