“So there I was, middle of winter and carrying a sharp stick. I left my cozy home and walked up and over a mountain looking for a bear.” Taking a sip of kool aid, I continued.

“Anyways, I walked and walked and walked. I looked everywhere. On top of trees and under rocks. Looked everywhere for that bear and then I found it.” Another sip of kool aid.

“The bear was in a cave sleeping. Normal to be sleeping as that was the bears job to do in the winter; sleep…” Kool aid is wonderful.

“Sneaked up into that cave and jammed by stick up the sleeping bears ass. Wow! What a rush. That bear woke up and tore my head off. Even tore all my limbs off.” No more kool aid as I was dead.

“Now, I could have stayed at home taking care of my children and wife. That would have been easy but no, I had to grab a spear and look for a sleeping bear doing its job sleeping. Now I’m dead.”

(Dedicated story to retards who think impeding law enforcement can have anything other than a bad ending.)

Moral of the story: Don’t drink retarded peoples kool aid.