This was my first bear knife that I got when I was just old enough to walk. Unfortunately the first blood it tasted wasn't of a bear. Once I learned not to fall on it I started to enjoy it a lot more. Those bear didn't seem to like it much though. Heck I'd just jump on their back and they'de say uncle. The only ones that ever gave me trouble were the 400+ pounders. But with a little savy and a lot of cahonies they all came down the same! Like a rock!
<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Thank you, Flipper! If you're nice to me I might let you touch one of my finely sculpted pecs, or get a peek at my rock-hard tushie<HR></BLOCKQUOTE>
Aw man i think im going to be sick. baaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff
Hey, if you guys will believe that bear pic you'll believe anything. Either way, if I were...um...of questionable sexual orientation and I looked like that, would you really want to make fun of me?