I kiss the sky.īeyond theatrics, the bears have great rumps. Everytime I hear my bear’s signature roar, my mind snaps back to early Shakespeare, or Baldwin’s unforgettable monologue in Glengarry Glen Ross. I just want to toss that bear two cheap beers and see what happens.
Bear historians might argue that a true bear would instead take part in classic bear pastimes, like Berry Dig or Salmon Swat, and that no bear would dare attend a liberal arts college, but swept beneath the bear rug of time is the true purpose of the bear: theater.Įvery time I see my bears stand up, I think of Stone Cold Steve Austin’s signature pose. I think the bears just stand around Primal’s world and wait for the player to come by, ready to put their acting degrees to the test.
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