Ccool story bro. I will help you to fondle the bears. Da Bears.
When I am in Syberian Forest, abandon as 7 year old child by my whore of a mother. Come to think of, she probs screw more men and women then all posters on here combine. Dirt butch, but I subtract two posters Ellis and zman. They seem straight p.i.m.p. With disease.
I have to run from bears. fight me on berries and nuts. Yes there are berries and nuts in high alps places if you know what kills and what do not. We do not have black bears only much bigger kind and a few.
Well momma told me, when I was young. Red you are dead black you are back. I do not know she is saying so I feed red berries to angry brown bear on warm sunday morning. Winter was setting in faster than usual and snow was threatening over the mountains. Gods rays w
ere spiking down through blurry clouds, the great pretender giving false hope inside his impending despair.
On that cold morning I knew if only the yellow bear ate this offering I would have small chance of crawling inside he's dead stomach and surviving the night in the warmth of his thick coat.
I would not be so lucky.
The ****er bear was hungry. And mad. She want turn me into suishi soufflé served *** first on back of largest spiked boulder in valley.
This is when I learn secret to be man. It is no indiscriminate secret.
Go Trey.
