He's not exactly buried, hes got hella chubbies

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Oh god, that reminds me of my old huge stuffed bear (it looked more like a real bear than your standard toy bear, and I could sit in the goddamn thing's lap when I first got it).

My cousin and I were playing Hide the Bear, and he stuffed it in the oven and it got grease all over it. I've had the thing since I was like two, I was devastated!

But it washed off in the end and it turned out ok. :)
Also I don't really know why I posted this story at all but I do know that I need to take a trip to the attic for a bearhug.

It's not as huge as I remember it but I guess back then I was two years old and now I am two metres tall.
It's still got this kind of weight to it that just makes you want to throw it about and oh god I need to go get a blog or something

That weight is all thanks to dust mites.

Dust mites wriggling through the Bear, the Bear looking like it's moving toward gumfish for that hug, gumfish totally ecstatic and horribly afraid at the same time...

See, if you're chewing gum and blow a bubble, and it sort of looks like a pufferfish...

I know it was 'immaculate', but I really want it to have been either 'emasculate' or 'ejaculate'. M and J are right next to each other!

I've had to utter the words in times of stress

'Horrible things are happening for no reason!'

Teodor's critique is priceless

This was my review of Happy Tree Friends.

"I'll be in the oven."

Cornelius has a gas oven, and he is going to Kill himself

Pre-School.

I have a gas oven, and one time my younger brother crawled inside it when I was in the room. I figured he'd e fine. The only reason he is still alive is because my mom came in about three seconds later.

Know Your Plath!

Cornelius is taking the Plath of least resistance.

(I will relish each and every lame I get for that, and rub them all over my body. I don't care. I had to say it.)

I like to think that the "the drill" includes both Teodor's critique and Mr. Bear's suicide attempt. Like he could just hand it over and say "you know where to find me." After T reads, he goes to gently turn off the gas and let Cornelius sleep off his shame.

that beagle is a son of a bitch.

Try "micturation" or "micturition". But I'll save ya' the trip: It's just a fancy Brit way of saying urination or pissing.

Point of Trivia: It is actually the source of the phrase "taking a mickey" (taking the micturations), and was thus the penultimate source of "slipping a mickey".

Needless to say (and yet here I am saying it!), Father's annoyance at finding her reading his woas will not be improved by the sudden awareness that he is standing in a rather smelly swamp of beagle piss.

Not to mention why I've always found "Mickey" Mouse to be an unusually amusing name....