One day, Mr and Mrs Bear went out for a walk. The tragic events that occurred next might shock you, terrify you or leave a bad taste in your mouth.

It certainly left a bad taste in mine.

Seriously, that tasted fucking awful. It was like eating a used bike seat that’s been sprinkled in the sharpest sugar known to man. And I don’t mean sharp like the taste of a lemon, I mean sharp like a gillette mach 3 razor being slapped against your ballsack.

And on that mental image, goodnight.

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