Srsly, dude - I need to go to work.

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waffleironhead

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Remember the following advice when it comes to bears: "Black, offer a snack; Brown, run for town"
 

Red Squirrel

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That would act as a great theft deterrent for a cottage. Have a boobie trap that sets that off and traps the thief at same time. Might have a bit of cleaning up to do when you get back but nothing will have been stolen.
 

Fire&Blood

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Did I ever tell you about her, my Sheila?
That was a night to remember.
Of course, I'd had a good bit to drink.
Her fangs were sharp, but she knew how to use them.
And she was nice and soft down below.
No, she was no ordinary beast.

It were another winter, colder even than the one I spent inside that giant, and snowing day and night, snowflakes as big as your head, not these little things. It snowed so hard the whole village was half buried. I was in me Ruddy Hall, with only a cask o’ mead to keep me company and nothing to do but drink it. The more I drank the more I got to thinking about this woman lived close by, a fine strong woman with the biggest pair of teats you ever saw. She had a temper on her, that one, but oh, she could be warm too, and in the deep of winter a man needs his warmth.
The more I drank the more I thought about her, and the more I thought the harder me member got, till I couldn’t suffer it no more. Fool that I was, I bundled meself up in furs from head to heels, wrapped a winding wool around me face, and set off to find her. The snow was coming down so hard I got turned around once or twice, and the wind blew right through me and froze me bones, but finally I come on her, all bundled up like I was.
The woman had a terrible temper, and she put up quite the fight when I laid hands on her. It was all I could do to carry her home and get her out o’ them furs, but when I did, oh, she was hotter even than I remembered, and we had a fine old time, and then I went to sleep. Next morning when I woke the snow had stopped and the sun was shining, but I was in no fit state to enjoy it. All ripped and torn I was, and half me member bit right off, and there on me floor was a she-bear’s pelt. And soon enough the free folk were telling tales o’ this bald bear seen in the woods, with the queerest pair o’ cubs behind her. Har!” He slapped a meaty thigh. “Would that I could find her again. She was fine to lay with, that bear.
 

HeXen

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I'd send my cat, Jax out there. He'd whoop his ass. Even both my pits are terrified of him.
 

Chocu1a

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Next time do a better job of hiding your pick-a-nick bas-ket...Boo-boo!
 

sdifox

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This is the least entertaining Tale from NuclearNed. I am disappoint :colbert: