He was a Kodiak-lookin fella, bout 19 feet tall. He rambled up over the hill expectin me to do one of two things: flip or fly, and I didn't do either one. It hung him up. He starts sniffin round me tryin to smell fear, but he ain't gonna smell no fear, cause I'm God's own drunk and a fearless man. It hung him up. He looked me right in my eyes and my eyes was a lot redder than his was. So I approached him and I said, Mr. Bear, I love every hair on your 27 acre body.
I live for my mistakes. I lap them up. I eat them, wallow in them, leap into them in joyous misery. I stroke them gently until bursting and then spurt them all over your soft pliant body.
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Bonus question: Which one Oscar race do you think has the biggest chances of seeing an upset?
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Why do fools fall in love?
Why did the old lady swallow the fly?
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And I forgive nothing.
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Will you keep lovin' in your butterfly way?
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