Beyond the French doors, the wafting smell of a hearty meal got the better of him and he entered. Goldilocks was very tired, and even more hungry, and after knocking three times and hearing nothing he went around back and discovered, by the J'accuzzi, that the French-doors off the deck were open. Goldilocks noticed the Bear Clan's flag of brown and yellow strips and the black bear paw hung from a pole topped with a golden pineapple, itself the sign of hospitality. Before him was a lovely 2,500 square foot split-level cabin with definite curb appeal. And he came to rest along side Cub's Hummer. He stumbled past Otter Bear's Grand Cherokee. Just as they were out of range, Goldilocks stumbled up the driveway. Since the family wouldn't be going very far, they left the door unlocked and the alarm system off. This would give Otter Bear a chance to have a cigarette, and let Daddy Bear's blood pressure to come down a notch, and Cub could offer them a doobie and hopefully get everyone back into the right frame of mind. Sensing yet another struggle for dominance, the Cub suggested that the bears go for a walk until tempers cooled down. ”Don't start on me Bruce,” said Daddy Bear. “Well" Otter Bear said in between drags on his Viceroy cigarette, "if you wouldn't have added a half of bottle of Tabasco Sauce to it before you tasted it maybe it would be just right.” His body was hairy, and he sported a beard just like the other two bears, but unlike the other two his body hadn't plumped out yet, although it was his hope that it would one day. Cub was youngest member of the bear clan by at least twenty years. Otter Bear was just as hairy as Papa Bear, but a little leaner, and a bit more prim as well. Daddy Bear was a manly and hairy man who wore denim, and flannel plaid shirts with the sleeves cut off. Meanwhile, a triad-relationship household of three bears, Papa Bear, Otter Bear and Cub were sitting down to a meal of hearty stew prepared by Cub. The Three Bears, Otter Bear, Daddy Bear and Cub strolled over to Club Eagle for a little beer and a little Diana Ross before returning home for a little make-up fun. After helping himself to a meal of more Special K, and finding himself again in a state of wonderfulness, he ventured into the woods to look for some real food. Several hours later he found himself awakening in a strange place by the name of Russian River, and covered in a crusty stuff. This is really the last thing that Goldilocks remembered. Being somewhat disoriented, naive and new to San Francisco, Goldilocks accepted the ride and off into the night they ventured. Goldilocks was a carefree lad, who upon reaching the age of 18 came out into the world with a certain lust for life that his parents could not understand, let alone discuss with their priest because it would have reflected poorly upon them.Īfter ingesting some Special K, which put his mind into a state of euphoria, Goldilocks ventured for one night out into the city and fell in with a crowd of cyclists, one of which offered Goldilocks a ride. Once upon time, in San Francisco California, lived a young man named Goldilocks (born Trever Goldbaum), so called because of his great beauty, naturally blond wavy hair and bronzed godlike body. Cub the youngest of the bears, and a versa-bottom and also goes by the name of “Houseboi”.
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