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.