It was hard to live with Brother Bear. He was just strange now ever since Mama Bear started up with him. He would start fires. Torture chipmunks. Eat out of garbage cans. All the signs of a bear gone wrong.
Papa tried to get him to act normal. He put him in Little League and the Bear Scouts. But he was obsessed with his bowel movements. He called it pinching a loaf. It was all he ever talked about. That and tits. And his pet dog too!
There was one thing he loved about the Bear Scouts. Well two things. How to tie knots. He loved to tie up Sister Bear and urinate on her.
And of course he loved to shit in the woods.
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Footage of one of the Bear Scouts hikes.
I just watched my first episode of Downton Abbey and the entire this was about a couple of fudgepackers.
No thanks, what is the world coming to?
Does everything, even something supposedly in the early 1900's have to revolve around gay?
I don't want to see gay all the time!
Jesus Chirst.
It's too much sometimes.
We Need Mamam tits here to hold us together.
Mamam help us.
tits.
Mamam your tits hold the glue that bring us all together.
Leak out the glew from your tits to bring us a cohesive group.
We beg of you Mamam, spray your glew, from your tits to bring us together.
We need you and more importantly your tits glew Mamam
What I am saying is Mamam if you have any morals is to squeeze out your tits to bring out the glue we so desperately need to bring us together.
Now squueze and bring cohesiveness.
Squeeze em whore!!!!!
Glew??
Was it that uncut hog of a skirt that undid you, Titus?
If I had to sit next to a draped thing like that on an airplane, I'd worry about it touching my leg. Who knows what could be hidden and creeping around in the camofolds.
It looks like a sock that lost it's elasticity to anyone with a pair of eyes to see. But there's Tituslieslikeacamorug, Glad Handing and Ewwing with a "Love the skirt you diva" while bowing to the splendor of a Jewish cut.
Glew indeed!
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Hogs splew
Tits glew
There it is in a nutshell. Cosmic explosions of potentiality combined with the magnetic physical drawing power of whatever makes tits wonderful and holds things together. The only thing missing in this scenario is the womb where hatching happens.
Hi everyone!
How are you?
What a productive day at work.
We completed some new reorgs, delivered very complicated international comp surveys, designed some training programs and hired a couple economists specializing in the areas of Education and Nutrition.
I also listened intensely to some employees concerns-I care-I promised resolution on these issues within 1 business day. And coached a couple Senior Executives on how to deliver some less than glowing performance feedback.
What a day.
I am super thanks for asking.
Although, it is a little cold and windy here.
thanks,
take care,
and have a super night!
I also walked through Harvard Square, which I hate, and was asked to sign some Gay Rights petition...I was like fuck you Mary, get a real job.
The Square was filled with 16 year old nips and their Tiger Moms threatening them that if they don't get in they will be disowned.
totally gross.
Jeez, where is everybody?
This is starting to remind me of the time my parents dropped me off at the mall for a couple of days for a time-out.
ChipS, Maker's Mark got their mind right. My bride thinks this was just a Machiavellian way to prep folks for a price hike.
I like the way she thinks.
Chip S. said...
Jeez, where is everybody?
This is starting to remind me of the time my parents dropped me off at the mall for a couple of days for a time-out.
February 20, 2013 at 1:59 AM
Studying 12 hrs/day for patent bar exam. I only take breaks to walk the dog and slurp a G&T before bed.
Back on Saturday.
May the Force of Rocket, Torpedo, Cannon, and Missile be with you chickelit!
I hope you go in confident, clear and relaxed enough trust yourself and see what happens.
Last year MrM was encouraging the men who work for him to apply for electrical licences, with the incentive of a significant pay increase for every licence granted. Although he is more engineer than electician himself, he decided he needed to take the prep classes and tests along with them and passed the prep with room to spare but missed the real deal by one point. Was he pissed! His installers however, thought it was great. story. His failure (and humiliation as a member of the office side of things) allowed them to relax, granting permission to try, fail and retest. To make matters worse, SonM, a journeyman with the advantage of a photographic type memory, sailed through and passed with few wrong. Later, when asked if he could recall any of the questions, he wrote out 30 of the 40+ used. In this way, a legend of credibility was accorded one M while the failed performance (and subsequent passing) of another served as a means of encouragement.
I like this story, because it's impossible to know going in how success or failure will play out. The only assurance is that they will and neither indicates the full measure.
I used to design computer chips. Lately I have been doing electrical repairs around here.
Before I could sell my other place I had to replace the fuse box for the heat pump, which is 220 (or 221, whatever it takes).
Anyway, dealing with wiring that large is really more of a mechanical issue - the gozintas and gozouttas were simple, but since the gauge of the wires is large, one has to use mechanics tools.
Got it all done, buttoned it up, secured the new box to the wall with giant screws, the heat pump worked great, and when the realtor asked, I told him the work was done by a licensed electrician.
He looked at me and said "Really?"
"Nah, I did it myself."
He was not pleased. But the buyers bought, the check cleared and the heat pump still works.
Light fixtures are a snap by comparison.
Confidence and the absence of blue smoke. What more is needed? The world runs on work done by the lowest bidder.
LOL - same thought my uncle had on Iwo Jima when firing his M1.
When working on electronics one must not let the magic smoke escape.
Last year MrM was encouraging the men who work for him to apply for electrical licences, with the incentive of a significant pay increase for every licence granted. Although he is more engineer than electician himself, he decided he needed to take the prep classes and tests along with them and passed the prep with room to spare but missed the real deal by one point. Was he pissed! His installers however, thought it was great. story. His failure (and humiliation as a member of the office side of things) allowed them to relax, granting permission to try, fail and retest. To make matters worse, SonM, a journeyman with the advantage of a photographic type memory, sailed through and passed with few wrong. Later, when asked if he could recall any of the questions, he wrote out 30 of the 40+ used. In this way, a legend of credibility was accorded one M while the failed performance (and subsequent passing) of another served as a means of encouragement.
I didn't understand one word in that paragraph.
I didn't understand one word in that paragraph.
Foreign Glew
Not meant for Yew.
Titus wrote I didn't understand one word in that paragraph.
What's most astonishing about that is that Titus purports to be a Harvard Man. Oh well, you can can always tell a Harvard man but you can't tell him much.
Apparently italics aren't in his repertoire either. Along with HTML links. Despite our friend deborah's perspicuity, she appears similarly challenged.
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