ragtop409

Baby Bear goes downstairs and sits in his small
chair at the table, he looks into his small bowl.
It is empty. "Who's been eating my porridge?!!",
he squeaks.

Papa Bear arrives at the big table and sits in his big
chair. He looks into his big bowl, and it is also empty.
"Who's been eating my Porridge?!!,"he roars.

Momma Bear puts her head through the serving hatch from
the kitchen and yells, "For **** sake, how many times
do we have to go through this with you idiots? It was
Momma Bear who got up first, it was Momma Bear who woke
everyone in the house, it was Momma Bear who made the
coffee, it was Momma Bear who unloaded the dishwasher
from last night, and put everything away, it was Momma
Bear who went out in the cold early morning air to fetch
the newspaper, it was Momma Bear who set the damn table,
it was Momma Bear who put the friggin cat out, cleaned
the litter box, and filled the cat's water and food
dish, and, now that you've decided to drag your sorry
bear-asses downstairs, and grace Momma Bear's kitchen
with your grumpy presence, listen good, cause I'm only
going to say this one more time.







"I HAVEN'T MADE THE F**KIN PORRIDGE YET !!"

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HiPerf2000

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Shane

CigDaze

I think I recognize that house!

Iggy

Boy, if that don't sound familiar.

mxz800

ive never thought of my wife as a "mama bear" until now