The Story of 3 Bears

Since tomorrow is Good Friday, something I've always regarded as a rather somber day, I offer you a rather raunchy Friday Funny one day early. All the moms out there can appreciate this tale. (And the Lord will forgive you if you read this during the three days.)

Everyone have a joyous Easter! (It's going to snow here . . . naturally, since today is the first day of spring.) Pray for all the peoples of the world . . . we truly need it.

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Baby Bear goes downstairs and sits in his small chair at the table. He looks into his small bowl. It is empty. "Who's been eating my porridge?" he squeaks.

Papa 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.

Momma Bear puts her head through the serving hatch from the kitchen and yells, "For heaven's sake, how many times do we have to go through this with you idiots? It was Momma Bear who got up first, it was Momma Bear who woke everyone in the house, it was Momma Bear who made the coffee, it was Momma Bear who unloaded the dishwasher from last night, it was Momma Bear who went out in the cold early morning air to fetch the newspaper, it was Momma Bear who set the damn table, it was Momma Bear who walked the dog, put the friggin' cat out, cleaned the litter box, and filled the dog and the cat's water and food dishes, and, now that you've decided to drag your sorry bear-asses downstairs and grace Momma Bear's kitchen
with your grumpy presence---listen good, 'cause I'm only going to say this one more time: "


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"I haven't made the fucking porridge yet!!"