I stayed in the hotel once where they invented the teddy bear for Teddy Roosevelt
I wonder what Teddy Roosevelt looked like, standing there holding a teddy bear
Fuzzy yet Grizzly. Can be found in the wildest national park of Yosemite or the bed of a three year old girl who wakes up to cuddle with the small figure. It can kill you while camping, or it may provide soothing comfort when you win it from an arcade at a state fair.
Bear ass naked he ran down the street. I remember seeing him running down Pine while I was on my way to the Olive Garden. I spilled my beer. That no good, naked, rat bastard ruined my afternoon!
I see them all the time they are in my back yard. I feel bad, I hit one in my ex-boyfriends truck a few years ago, I cried. the next week I hit a dog, I cried. I think i feel worse hitting an animal that if i did a human. They are cuter than humans, well not all I guess, there is one guy i still think about and he’s the one i hit the bear with in his truck.
He was a bear of a man, rugged and rickety as the mountains that housed him. He growled and tore at his (me)at. He didn’t sleep for long, though. Just enough time to digest the honey.
There is it, my teddy bear, from when I was small, I don’t remember not having it. So, they can be big and scary, or they can be your best friend in the world. Srange thing to choose as a child’s toy, a big scary man eating creature, but cute?
The bear was simply sitting there. Staring. I couldn’t get myself to feel fear. It, too, did not appear afraid, yet the tension was still there; one move and the fear would come crashing down on the both of us.
The bear went over the mountain to see what he could see, but along the way he was stung by a bee. Only his mother could fix what he started and she was nowhere to be found. Poor, poor bear. Poor, poor mama.
Bear with me, bury your neck and chin so I don’t have to encounter somebody brooding over my shoulder. It is so isolating in these wastes, far from any place or person I am fond of, so we journey quickly from one place to another to avoid enduring such sorrows of the skin.
kla-CHUNK! Pump action shotgun, WHAAAAAT!!! You’re like a bear who got left outside in the rain, man, too full of yourself to appreciate the weather. kla-CHUNK. Now, myself, I appreciate a good rain. I can stand the rain. I can make rain go and be up like that. Holla.
There was a bear in the woods. A black bear and he was eyeing the campers down below. He was mean and he was hungry. They had food. He bgan to wander down the embankment and they were oblvious to him. He entered the camp behind them, quietly.
If you had told her three years ago that she would have died by being eaten by a bear, she would have laughed. She had rarely even seen a bear–maybe once or twice in a zoo–and she couldn’t imagine coming in close enough contact to actually be eaten by one.
Teddy the bear was the nick name given to my brother in law, he was a big man with a big personality. Hard working, hard living, hard drinking. Always a laugh, with a string of jokes and gags, better than any comedian. Nobody can fill the void left when “the Bear” sadly died too young.
a bear it’s a very dumb animal cause it’s so hairy and it stinks.i hope that his girlfriend stays far away from him when they kiss.ok, that’s not possible.but they are hilarious.why were they born.even i don’t know,honestly
I once saw a bear in the wilderness. One summer, when I was 16, I took a trip to North Eastern New Mexico, to a scouting ranch called Philmont. It was quite exciting to say the least
I love panda bears. I collect them. I really miss home because of my panda room!!! My quilt here though, I made it with Mrs. Tyson and it has pandas on it which makes it even more awesome =) Megan’s dog’s name is Bear. He is a nice dog. I miss Megan!! And Bear for that matter!!
This past May on a trip to California with my aunt we saw a grizzly bear. I am not sure what number this is for me but it’s got to be over 5 by now I’m sure.
Teddy bear is the first thing to come to mind. Little beige ones and brown ones and black ones and pink ones that children everywhere seem to adore. I don’t quite get the fascination, but I admit to finding them cuddly; even if they are stuffed toy versions of something that could quite easily rip a grown man apart.
The rustle in the bushes, couldn’t be a bear. I reminded myself as I waked through the dark woods that bears didn’t come near civilization. A distant howl at the moon. Suddenly I wished for the rustle to be something bigger than that howl. I hated the dark.
I feel like a bear sometimes, sometimes I bear my soul, and sometimes I want to rip things apart and eat them, but mostly I am just a really, really hairy guy. Peace.
There was never a bear around when I wanted one to be. I had never even seen one; I had dreams of the day when I would find myself face to face with a giant, frothing monster of fur and stink.
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The bear looked at the hunter. The hunter lowered his gun; he could not kill such a cute bear! It was like the bear was using the Charm attack from Pokemon! Or maybe it was Attract, because the hunter suddenly wanted to marry the bear. They got married, but the bear divorced him for wanting to shoot the kids.
Well, that woke me up, in time to see a baby bear (think: seven feet at the shoulder) lumbering off into the darkness, only to reappear a few minutes later, at the neighboring campsite, dragging away a cooler full of food while it’s owners cried out in futile protest.
It wasn’t long before he was hiding behind the bench. In fact, it only took a split second for him, cast and all, to wind up behind the wooden fixture and his would-be girlfriend. Both sat there, motionless, as the creature calmly whipped out his tongue and took the sandwich she offered him. Then it lumbered away, making him feel like less of a man than ever for being such a coward.
I think of you as a bear
a big lumbering thing
too huge to be graceful
cute but deadly
paws that could knock my face off
writing is not poetry today
oh well
I like bears.
Bear naked is better than brown bear.
I stayed in the hotel once where they invented the teddy bear for Teddy Roosevelt
I wonder what Teddy Roosevelt looked like, standing there holding a teddy bear
Fuzzy yet Grizzly. Can be found in the wildest national park of Yosemite or the bed of a three year old girl who wakes up to cuddle with the small figure. It can kill you while camping, or it may provide soothing comfort when you win it from an arcade at a state fair.
The bear ate the little girl. Figurealtively of course. Just kidding, he actually ate her.
The hairy beast yelled. It cried at the frostbitten tree. If there was any time to die, it would be now.
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mama
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da bears
cubs
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snarl
roar
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Bear ass naked he ran down the street. I remember seeing him running down Pine while I was on my way to the Olive Garden. I spilled my beer. That no good, naked, rat bastard ruined my afternoon!
I see them all the time they are in my back yard. I feel bad, I hit one in my ex-boyfriends truck a few years ago, I cried. the next week I hit a dog, I cried. I think i feel worse hitting an animal that if i did a human. They are cuter than humans, well not all I guess, there is one guy i still think about and he’s the one i hit the bear with in his truck.
As usual he wakes up and after six months in his snug little hibernation den he’s really busting for a pooh.
There was a scary bear that lived in the house next door. It had brown fur and sharp claws. It ate the honey from my cupboard and it was funny.
He was a bear of a man, rugged and rickety as the mountains that housed him. He growled and tore at his (me)at. He didn’t sleep for long, though. Just enough time to digest the honey.
There is it, my teddy bear, from when I was small, I don’t remember not having it. So, they can be big and scary, or they can be your best friend in the world. Srange thing to choose as a child’s toy, a big scary man eating creature, but cute?
The bear was simply sitting there. Staring. I couldn’t get myself to feel fear. It, too, did not appear afraid, yet the tension was still there; one move and the fear would come crashing down on the both of us.
The bear went over the mountain to see what he could see, but along the way he was stung by a bee. Only his mother could fix what he started and she was nowhere to be found. Poor, poor bear. Poor, poor mama.
I had a dream about you last night. we were being chased by a bear, the bear was telling us not to be afraid but we couldnt help it.
Bear with me, bury your neck and chin so I don’t have to encounter somebody brooding over my shoulder. It is so isolating in these wastes, far from any place or person I am fond of, so we journey quickly from one place to another to avoid enduring such sorrows of the skin.
kla-CHUNK! Pump action shotgun, WHAAAAAT!!! You’re like a bear who got left outside in the rain, man, too full of yourself to appreciate the weather. kla-CHUNK. Now, myself, I appreciate a good rain. I can stand the rain. I can make rain go and be up like that. Holla.
I don’t know why such a cute thing is so dangerous and so vicious. Why must they be so dang cute?
There was a bear in the woods. A black bear and he was eyeing the campers down below. He was mean and he was hungry. They had food. He bgan to wander down the embankment and they were oblvious to him. He entered the camp behind them, quietly.
Today, while walking in the woods, I came across a purple spotted pink bear.
If you had told her three years ago that she would have died by being eaten by a bear, she would have laughed. She had rarely even seen a bear–maybe once or twice in a zoo–and she couldn’t imagine coming in close enough contact to actually be eaten by one.
Teddy the bear was the nick name given to my brother in law, he was a big man with a big personality. Hard working, hard living, hard drinking. Always a laugh, with a string of jokes and gags, better than any comedian. Nobody can fill the void left when “the Bear” sadly died too young.
a bear it’s a very dumb animal cause it’s so hairy and it stinks.i hope that his girlfriend stays far away from him when they kiss.ok, that’s not possible.but they are hilarious.why were they born.even i don’t know,honestly
A bear had a cub that was brown and fuzzy. The cub was mischievious but relected the adult bear.
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I once saw a bear in the wilderness. One summer, when I was 16, I took a trip to North Eastern New Mexico, to a scouting ranch called Philmont. It was quite exciting to say the least
I love panda bears. I collect them. I really miss home because of my panda room!!! My quilt here though, I made it with Mrs. Tyson and it has pandas on it which makes it even more awesome =) Megan’s dog’s name is Bear. He is a nice dog. I miss Megan!! And Bear for that matter!!
wonder animal, cozy, love everyone, big, cold places, comfy, want to hug, white, clean
I just recently purchased an Australian Shepard. He looks just like a bear due to his coloring and bobbed tail. He is a super cute looking bear.
fun yes it is
This past May on a trip to California with my aunt we saw a grizzly bear. I am not sure what number this is for me but it’s got to be over 5 by now I’m sure.
Teddy bear is the first thing to come to mind. Little beige ones and brown ones and black ones and pink ones that children everywhere seem to adore. I don’t quite get the fascination, but I admit to finding them cuddly; even if they are stuffed toy versions of something that could quite easily rip a grown man apart.
The rustle in the bushes, couldn’t be a bear. I reminded myself as I waked through the dark woods that bears didn’t come near civilization. A distant howl at the moon. Suddenly I wished for the rustle to be something bigger than that howl. I hated the dark.
I feel like a bear sometimes, sometimes I bear my soul, and sometimes I want to rip things apart and eat them, but mostly I am just a really, really hairy guy. Peace.
There was never a bear around when I wanted one to be. I had never even seen one; I had dreams of the day when I would find myself face to face with a giant, frothing monster of fur and stink.
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The bear looked at the hunter. The hunter lowered his gun; he could not kill such a cute bear! It was like the bear was using the Charm attack from Pokemon! Or maybe it was Attract, because the hunter suddenly wanted to marry the bear. They got married, but the bear divorced him for wanting to shoot the kids.
“A BEAR!!”
Well, that woke me up, in time to see a baby bear (think: seven feet at the shoulder) lumbering off into the darkness, only to reappear a few minutes later, at the neighboring campsite, dragging away a cooler full of food while it’s owners cried out in futile protest.
It wasn’t long before he was hiding behind the bench. In fact, it only took a split second for him, cast and all, to wind up behind the wooden fixture and his would-be girlfriend. Both sat there, motionless, as the creature calmly whipped out his tongue and took the sandwich she offered him. Then it lumbered away, making him feel like less of a man than ever for being such a coward.
I think of you as a bear
a big lumbering thing
too huge to be graceful
cute but deadly
paws that could knock my face off
writing is not poetry today
oh well
I like bears.