A girl and a bear

I remember her. She was a bit of a bitch back then but I heard she’s a lot nicer now. She lost her looks, some acne scarring or whatever, and then she started to care about people. That’s a good thing. It makes her a lot more attractive in my book. I think of her now with a baby bear, you know, pulling some fishing line out of its lungs, making sure the bear is OK and making the bear feel comfortable. In fact, to be honest, I like to think of her and I and that baby bear getting it on together in the woods. I mean, the bear is just watching: her and I are the ones getting it on. I’m kissing her and she’s got her hands all over me and the bear is just watching. The bear doesn’t leave because she pulled the fishing line out of its lungs, and the two of them are, like, best friends. Which means that if I do get with her I have to be aware that I’m getting with the bear – I mean, metaphorically – that the bear and her are a package. Anyway, I’m going to give her a call.