A Fucking Bear

A Fucking Bear desired a set of lego that they would occasionally cuddle. It might be a fairly new operation, to me and my parents, but not to the Bear, who considered that this idea is magnificent. Bizarrely, a set of lego is the thing to opt for.

A Fucking Bear desperately craved for a dildo that they liked to watch for 10 minutes every morning. This could be considered an exciting undertaking, to me and my parents, but not to the Bear, who had decided that the idea was awe-inspring. A dildo would be the item that was chosen.

A Fucking Bear had a spade to sleep with. It might be an astonishing action, to you and me, but not to the Bear, who feels that it was in fact, entertaining. You wouldnt have thought, a spade would be the item that was selected.

A Fucking Bear desperately looked for a melon that they would often demolish. One might find this to be a fairly strange action, to you, but not to the Bear, who felt that the idea was magnificent. Who would have imagined, a melon would be the item that was selected.

A Fucking Bear craved for a stapler to throw. It would be a fairly extraordinary exercise, to me, but not to the Bear, who had decided it was the most awesome idea. Remarkably, a stapler would be the item that was selected.

A Fucking Bear had a can of Tango that they liked to watch for 10 minutes every morning. It was considered to be a fairly odd operation, to my mum, but not to the Bear, who felt that it was in fact, wonderful. You wouldnt have thought, a can of Tango is the thing to opt for.