There were once 3 bears. They were not exactly related, but they were still the best of friends. One day the one of the bears caught AIDS from a visit to Thailand and died. He left his inheritance to the other two. The other two then squabbled over the inheritance, and one bear hired the Albanian mafia to eliminate the other bear and his command was materialized. the other bear then took the money from the inheritance and spent the money on crack and prostitutes. Soon, there were no bears left.
Reminds me of The Pardoner’s Tale. I like it because of this.
The “Soon, there were no bears left” line made me laugh because an image of a bear hunched over on a dirty couch doing a line appeared in my mind without warning!
i know. i have other more serious stuff but typing it is a bitch. also i have some scripts id like to have shot for film, but rouzbeh knows the camera problem
