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Dat's right, its da bear, roarin' at ya again! ROWWWRR!
Well, I know ya been waitin, so I ain’t gonna keep ya
in suspense no more- the bear went on a date!
ROWWWRRRRRR!
Da bear had seen her around a lot, wearin’ dat little
pink bow on her head. But she was always with this other
"male." He's so small he looks like he was still at his
mother's teat last year. So one day I see da two of 'em.
I wait till he is off pickin' some berries or some other
wussy-ass omnivore shit. Then I creep up to her and say
"how about bout it? Wanna see what it’s like to roll with
a real bear?" She says yeah, her name is Josephine. We
set it up for later that night.
Now
da Bruin Bear is thinkin’ he is in luck. She sure ain’t
closely bonded to her so-called male and it doesn’t even
look like I'm gonna hafta kill any cubs to get her ready.
So night comes and the bear is ready for love. Before
I get there I rub against a tree to get some syrup for
her to lick offa my sensitive nipples later on....
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Delta
Chi:
Admission standards were established for this Friday night's
party, reading in part:
"a sliding scale shall be used for the admission of uninvited
women. A women fully clothed in a sweater or similar shall
be admitted only if she is judged to weigh 130 lbs. or less.
However, this weight limit shall be increased to 145 lbs.
for girls wearing a t-shirt or similar with nipples at least
partially visible. Furthermore, this limit shall be increased
to 180 lbs. for women wearing a halter top." Finally, "cool-looking
dudes" may optionally be admitted on a case-by-case basis,
especially if the admission of halter-topped women is judged
to be contingent on the admission of said dudes.
Secondly, a "punk-control" sub-committee was formed, with
brothers appointed to the following duties: Brother Dom
was designated the "c'mon we don’t want any trouble" guy,
Brother Carl was designated the "you’re up against 44 brothers,
you fight one of us, you fight all of us" guy, and brother
"Beavis" was designated the "'you guys come here and drink
our beer..' tirade" guy, although the tirade was left
to improvisation as required by any unforseen punk actions.
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