leeshez
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Registered: 3rd May 01
Location: Great Harwood, Lancashire
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A far more accurate account of the events of that fateful
morning...
>>
>> Baby Bear goes downstairs, sits in his small chair at the table
and he
>>looks into his small bowl.
>>
>> It's empty. "Who's been eating my porridge?" he squeaks.
>>
>> Daddy 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.
>>
>> Mummy Bear puts her head through the serving hatch from the
kitchen
>>and yells, "For God's sake, how many times do we have to go
>> through this with you idiots? It was Mummy Bear who got up first.
>>
>> It was Mummy Bear who woke everyone in the house.
>>
>> It was Mummy Bear who made the coffee.
>>
>> It was Mummy Bear who unloaded the dishwasher from last night and
put
>>everything away.
>>
>> It was Mummy Bear who went out in the cold early morning air to
fetch
>>the newspaper and croissants.
>>
>> It was Mummy Bear who set the damn table.
>>
>> It was Mummy Bear who put the bloody cats out, cleaned the litter
>>boxes,gave the cats their food, and refilled their water.
>>
>> And now that you've decided to drag your sorry bear-arses
downstairs
>>and grace Mummy Bear with your grumpy presence, listen carefully,
because
>>I'm only going to say this once....
>>
>> I HAVEN'T MADE THE f**kING PORRIDGE YET"
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