Little bear in the Big House, more like it. What the hell did Bear do to get thrown in the slammer? Oh, just rip the top off a few tourist's cars like sardine tins and maul them while looking for bacon crumbs. You know it. Now little blue bear is little blue prison bitch and he ain't gettin' parole.
Any time I see a blue house, my first instinct is steal all the sprinklers on their lawn, position their lawn gnomes in various bendy acts of lewd sexual kama sutra type shit. Then I break down the door, shoot that bear in the ass with a tranq dart, and eat all the porridge that sadass mofo's got in his pantry. If Goldilocks says shit about it, I pistol whip that trick across the face. POPPED.
everybody say AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH *breathes* AAAAAAAHHHHH! Ok im gonna cha cha cha on out to dear grandma and say good morning to happy happy birthday baby while wondering what's that smell, knowing that's my name and look at you now. goodbye song! CHERREH POPT!