I gave my dog vaccines. He grew up never even learning to talk. He poops outside in public. He refuses to wear pants. He can’t read or write.

You’re regularly the dumbest person on these boards.

The cloche hat definitely needs a big brooch of some kind, maybe an ivory crescent moon.

I’ve been in mansions where the Attic was practically a whole other floor of the house, sans toilets.

I read Bear when I was about 12 or 13. There was a copy on my parents’ massive bookshelf. This is just about the only part of the book I remember. Actually, I think I might have really just skimmed over most of the book looking for the sexy bits (SPOILER: not actually that sexy).

Actually. I prefer the title

you know, im actually starting to re-think my canadian asylum

I honestly don’t have a response to this. Its one thing for it to exist, its an entirely different for it to have received the top literary award in canada

“farting and too soon satisfied” is the most glorious thing I’ve ever read.

“furry" "assymetrical balls" "wandered off, farting and too soon satisfied" This may have all been written passive aggressively by my wife.

I came in here to post about this book! Have you read it? Questionable bear-relations aside, it is a surprisingly good book.

“Once the honey was gone,he wandered off,farting and too soon satisfied”.

“...he wandered off farting and too soon satisfied.” How did the author know my husband’s behavior after sex!?

the last page sounds suspiciously like my sex life...once the honey’s gone I wander off, farting and satisfied.

Still better than that fucking Twilight fanfic.

Dafuq did I just read?

How does this exist?

I read this book in a Female Lit class back in Uni. It’s... about a lot more than just bear fucking. It’s about watching a woman kind of succumb to a psychosis of isolation as she’s employed to watch this weird octagonal house over an extended period of time way out in the sticks. The bear becomes her only company…