Bears

Posted: August 12, 2008 in Uncategorized
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Some days you eat the bear. Some days, the bear eats you.

Some days, usually Mondays, the bear tears your clothes off and pushes you down in the frozen mud and fucks you in the ass, and you scream until your lungs come out in bloody chunks.

So, you learn to love his grub-scented dirty breath and his clumsy prehistoric claws, or you get yourself a gun.

I’m just sayin…

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Comments
  1. horacejames says:

    The picture reminds me of a joke…

    A man goes to the forest to go hunting and he sees a bear. He shoots at the bear, but the bear turns on him, leaps, rolls the man over and fucks him in the ass.

    The man comes back with a machine gun. He fires at the bear, and the bear turns, leaps, rolls him over and fucks him in the ass.

    Then, the man comes back with a cannon. He fires at the bear, and the bear turns, leaps, rolls him over and says to the man, “you don’t just come here for the hunting, do you.”

  2. horacejames says:

    Hey, somebody’s got to comment on this shit.

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