It seems some old dude had a teddy bear that had once been the cuddly companion to the king of Memphis (Elvis, people, freaking Elvis). Ol' gramps kindly donated this bear to a museum that had a collection of bears worth around a million dollars, shockingly he had nothing better to do with it. The bears were guarded at night by an almighty doberman.
Something must have happened during the night to make fido angry, annoyed, or perhaps a little frisky, who knows really, but the result of his emotions provided a scene of mass chaos and destruction.
The bears were found in the morning ripped to shreds. A million dollars of teddy bear fluff covered the museum floor. As of yet, Elvis' bear is yet to be identified, but DNA testing is in full swing. Reports say the old man is not impressed.
Something must have happened during the night to make fido angry, annoyed, or perhaps a little frisky, who knows really, but the result of his emotions provided a scene of mass chaos and destruction.
The bears were found in the morning ripped to shreds. A million dollars of teddy bear fluff covered the museum floor. As of yet, Elvis' bear is yet to be identified, but DNA testing is in full swing. Reports say the old man is not impressed.
I'd make a good reporter eh..? Now just to clear some things up.
I laughed because this, of all things, made the five o'clock news, and because it is a really funny story.
No, I am not a mean girl who is cruel to animals, stuffed or otherwise. Au contraire in fact. Mycee, Bear and Bruiser are living (in my eyes) testaments to that. If that dog ate any of my stuffed creatures I'd chop his head off.
The story, nonetheless, is still funny.
Picture: Mycee and Bruiser enjoying the luxuries of my bed.
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5 comments:
Would you ever consider donating Mycee to a blanket museum?
Gregg... are you kidding me?
NO!
...stupid word verification!
Mycee is your blankie?
That's...very....sweet.
(snicker snicker)
Just kidding.
I had a rabit named Raymond that I was partial to and my mom had to replace his ears 3 times. I haven't seen him since I was 7, and every now and then I think of him and smile.
Maybe.
Yes, Mycee is a blankie.. I know, I know. Go ahead and make fun of me. I came to terms with this a long time ago.
So I'm a 23 year old with some attachment issues. It could be worse, I suppose I could be "attached" to heroin, meth, crack, alcohol.. A blanket is a much more responsible, if not strange, choice.
I laugh alone all the time. Mind you, I also have a blankie.
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