The True Story of The Three Bears( from a woman's point)
A far more accurate account of the events of that fateful morning...
Baby bear goes downstairs, sits in his small chair at the table, and he looks into his small bowl. It is empty. "Who's been eating my porridge?" he squeaks.
Daddy Bear arrives at the big table and sits in his big chair. He looks into his big bowl and it is also empty. "Who's been eating my porridge?!?" he roars.
Mummy Bear puts her head through the serving hatch from the kitchen and yells, "For God's sake, how many times do we have to go through this with you idiots? It was Mummy Bear who got up first. It was Mummy Bear who woke everyone in the house. It was Mummy Bear who made the coffee.
It was Mummy Bear who unloaded the dishwasher from last night and put everything away. It was Mummy Bear who went out in the cold early morning air to fetch the newspaper and croissants.
It was Mummy Bear who set the damn table. It was Mummy Bear who put the bloody dog out, cleaned the litter boxes, gave the dog her food, and refilled her water.
And now that you've decided to drag your
sorry bear-asses downstairs and grace Mummy Bear with your grumpy presence, listen carefully, because I'm only going to say this once.............................................
I HAVEN'T MADE THE bl**din' PORRIDGE YET!!!"
=O =O =O
omfg did not see that one coming
chapeaux, sir! ;D
Shouldn't you be painting those Pendraken WSS you bought 30 months ago?
:D
Someone is trying to raise ursine awareness to renew the call for fantasy bears.
Fantasy bares would gt my eager support. I am still eagerly awaiting a few nude dancing girls/slaves/sacraficial offerings/sky-clad Wiccans etc.