This is for my friend Barry, who probably doesn’t deserve it because he’s been through a lot (OMG, refurbishment?)…but, well, funny is funny.
And this is for my friend Blackie Bear, who often gets accused of being a picnic bear. He’s usually just, like Barry, waiting for a beer, but you know how that looks.
And last but (he would attest) not least, this one’s for my friend Scarybear, who has delusions of eating people and/or driving the BMW in the middle of the night.
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Poor Barry! But a least he didn’t have to eat pooh leaves.
My recollection is Barry drinks a lot of beer, although I haven’t heard from his human in a while. Maybe Barry turned carnivorous?
Argh. I missed this. Damn that Bear Grylls. Not even a real bear (although, neither is Barry). I’ve been tied up in house purchase and sale crap. Hopefully, once it gets squared away, I’ll be back up in the game.
You’d better hope Barry’s not behind you as you type…staring at you in that very insistent way he has. He’s certainly a real bear, although he might be a kind of golem, what with that “refurbishment” soul-removal procedure and all. Do you ever wake up at night and find him just sitting there, looking at you?
Yes. It’s quite unnerving.