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The Bears of WBW!!!

Starter: [Deleted] Posted: 19 years ago Views: 15.8K
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#1329364
Lvl 27
looks like a real beer
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#1329365
no fosters there mate, hed kill me
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#1329366
Lvl 27
the only Foster most people wanted to see
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#1329367
Lvl 14
What a bunch eh...... funy tho , and where BANK these days?
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#1329368
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Originally posted by wineanddine

What a bunch eh...... funy tho , and where BANK these days?


i think he is stuck to his "drip" so cant get onto a computer
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#1329369
Lvl 9
Quote:
Originally posted by lAtInO-oZ




, I sometimes wish My guts were that big, they damn well should be.

Im as skinny as all hell

Mabye I got worms
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#1329371
Lvl 9
Quote:
Originally posted by lAtInO-oZ




Yea It scares Me to
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#1329372
Lvl 15
I like it latino!!! You got me to a tee!!!
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#1329373
Lvl 16
Quote:
Originally posted by lAtInO-oZ




That bear rules dude..... roflmao
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#1329374
Lvl 13
still brilliant
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#1329375
Lvl 5
Oh man this is one of the best threads, keep it up I love the bears!!!
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#1329376
Lvl 13
Hmmm.. ::thinks::

MU BEARS!
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#1329377
Lvl 12
Latino-oz, I am a german/american who loves guns & girls (not neccessarily in that order)
I never had a bear of my own. You see, my parents kept me locked in a box during my early developmental years. They only pet i had were monkeys...

I like monkeys.
The pet store was selling them for five cents apiece.
I thought this was odd since they are normally a couple thousand apiece.
I decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth, so I bought 200 of them.

I like monkeys.
I took my 200 monkeys home.
I have a big car.
I let one of them drive.
His name was Sigmund.
He was retarded.
In fact, none of them were really bright. They kept punching themselves in the genitals.

I laughed.
They punched me in the genitals.
I stopped laughing.

When I got home, I herded them into my room. They didn't adapt very well to their new environment.
They would screech and hurl themselves off the couch at high speeds and slam into the wall.

Although humorous at first, the spectacle lost its novelty halfway into it's third hour.
Two hours later I found out why all the monkeys were so inexpensive: they all died.

No apparent reason.
They all just sort of dropped dead.
Kinda like when you buy a goldfish and it dies five hours later.

God
damn
cheap
monkeys.

I didn't know what to do. There were 200 dead monkeys lying all over my room;
on the bed, in the dresser, hanging from my bookcase.
It looked like I had 200 throw rugs.

I tried to flush one down the toilet.
It didn't work.
It got stuck.

Then I had one dead, wet monkey and one hundred ninety-nine dead, dry monkeys.
I tried to pretend that they were just stuffed animals.
That worked for awhile, that is, until they began to decompose.

It started to smell real bad.
I had to pee but there was a dead monkey in my toilet and I didn't want to call a plumber.
I was embarrassed.

I tried to slow down the decomposition by freezing them.
Unfortuantely there was only enough room for two at a time, so I had to change them every 30 seconds.
I also had to eat all the food in the freezer so it didn't go bad.

I tried to burn them, but little did I know that my bed was flammable.
I had to extinguish the fire.

Then I had one dead, wet monkey in my toilet, two dead, frozen monkeys in my freezer, and one hundred ninety-seven dead, charred monkeys in a pile on my bed, and the odor wasn't improving.


I became agitated at my inability to dispose of the dead monkeys and I really had to use the bathroom.
So I went and severely beat one of the monkeys.
I felt better.


I tried throwing them away, but the garbage man said the city was not allowed to dispose of charred
primates.
I told him I had a wet one.
He couldn't take it either.
I didn't bother asking about the frozen ones.

I finally arrived at a solution:
I gave them out as Christmas gifts.
My friends didn't quite know what to say.

They pretended to like them,
but I could tell they were lying.
Ingrates.

So I punched them in the genitals.

God, I like monkeys.


Please share a bear with me. I want one. I need one.
I can take care of it... I promise!
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#1329378
Lvl 12
:: Moves slowly away from Craut ::
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Lvl 23
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#1329381
Lvl 39
Maybe this would work for a new avatar!

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#1329382
Lvl 22
Quote:
Originally posted by I-love-girls

:: Moves slowly away from Craut ::


me too...*hears noises outside, looks for his gun*
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#1329383
Lvl 14
Thats the strangest post I've seen in a while... awesome!
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