Drinks alert - put that can down before you read this one.
Bob was excited about his new .308 rifle and decided to try bear hunting.
He traveled up to Alaska, spotted a small brown bear and shot it. Soon
after there was a tap on his shoulder, and he turned around to see a big
black bear.
The black bear said, "That was a very bad mistake. That bear was my cousin.
I'm going to give you two choices. Either I maul you to death or we have
sex."
After considering briefly, Bob decided to accept the latter alternative. So
the black bear had his way with Bob.
Even though he felt sore for two weeks, Bob soon recovered and vowed
revenge. He headed out on another trip to Alaska where he found the black
bear and shot it dead. Right after, there was another tap on his shoulder.
This time a huge grizzly bear stood right next to him. The grizzly said
"That was a big mistake, Bob. That bear was my cousin and you've got two
choices -- either I maul you to death or we have rough sex."
Again, Bob thought it was better to co-operate with the grizzly bear than
be mauled to death. So the grizzly had his way with Bob.
Although he survived, it took several months before Bob fully recovered.
Now Bob was completely outraged, so he headed back to Alaska and managed to
track down the grizzly bear and shot it. He felt sweet revenge, but then,
moments later, there was a tap on his shoulder. He turned around to find a
giant polar bear standing there.
The polar bear looked at him and said, "Admit it, Bob, you don't come here
for the hunting, do you?"
Cheers
Dave
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Topic: I can't bear any more (Read 625 times)