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So we went for a walk.
That’s odd. Usually after the white stuff arrives I take a nap.
Usually after the white stuff arrives I take a nap.
I don’t believe it. You strike me as a snuggler.
Aww… so lovely to look at, but soooo cold.
Kinda like supermodels.
You are half right. I try to snuggle while I doze, but my manly snoring usually clears the room. I’m not called the Cave Bear just because of my intimidating physique and brute physical power.
“I don’t believe it. You strike me as a snuggler.”
Change snuggler to strangler, and you’re about right….
You know the drill – if theres no body, there can’t be no murder. Several of my ex’s just chose to go to Europe to visit their sisters.
Lovely pic. Nothing like walking in fresh snow. It’s so quiet, pristine. Snow must do something to muffle outside noise. Very mysterious, especially at night. The darkness seems to glow.
My favorite winter memory:
You smell that? Do you smell that? That’s napalm, son! Nothing else in the world smells like that! I love the smell of napalm in the morning. You know, this one time, we bombed this hill, for twelve hours… when it was over I went up there… we didn’t find one of ‘em, not one stinkin’ dink body. But, you know, that smell… that gasoline smell… the whole hill… it smelled like… victory.
For those of you who need the video experience:
But don’t bears also have a lot of body hair? That is one of the many reasons I “earned” my nickname.
But don’t bears also have a lot of body hair?
No wonder Bart likes you.
KC It’s so quiet, pristine.
Yeah, love that experience. It covers up all the dirt and junk here at Camp Geezer.
I meant hates you. ;-)
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