Evil Gnome Stalks Town For Next Victim!

I am sure by now that you have all come across the tale of the evil gnome that is terrorising the Argentinian province of Salta. If not, The Sun (UK) has more, although I am not sure if the video of the creepy little person gives me the willies as much as the appalling grammar in their coverage!

If The Sun doesn't rock your boat, KUTV in Utah has even more.

Now Jennifer has assured me that she saw no evil gnomes during her year in Tucuman, and certainly not on her trip to Salta. She did see a few llamas (or maybe alpacas, she can't tell them apart), but alas, no terror gnomes.

But back to the story, at the end of the video clip on the Sun Website, one of the boys unleashes a rather girlish scream. Another teenager, or perhaps the same one, was apparently so scared he had to go to the hospital. No wonder they lost the Falklands War so quickly, no backbone! IT'S A MIDGET IN A DUNCE'S CAP!!!!

Oh, and now he has his own website: Terrorgnome.com. Although the answer may be more sinister, if you ask me.

My verdict?

¡Viva el mal poco hombre!

Comments

Jes said…

good gawd, thats creepy! i dont care if it IS a giant gnome, a human midget or Brian Peppers... Any of them would frikken freak me out if I saw them shuffle out of the bushes like that! And that scream at the end... its so afraid it made me feel sick.

25 March 2008 at 00:08

Kris McCracken said…

I think that he just needs a hug.

25 March 2008 at 05:51

Ineke said…

lol, no wonder they lost the falkland war.

14 July 2008 at 04:16

Petrea Burchard said…

Poor little guy, he really just needs a better hat. It's the hat that's scary.

18 July 2008 at 15:01

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