The trouble with Jeff is that he’s soft – too much believing the best about others, too much working on your own shit. It’s all woo woo in-your-head stuff. And he’s a fake – doesn’t live in a forest. That’s all made up. He lives in a normal row house in a quiet valley in England. The wuss wouldn’t last a night in a real forest – the kind spelled with one F.
It’s nasty out there. You gotta eat the salmon before they eat you. And you’re not going to learn that from the sop Jeff’s been spoon-feeding you all year.
So we’ve locked him in the back of the cave for a week and we’re taking over with some down-on-the-forest-floor claws and teeth advice that will help you rip what you deserve out of life.
—The Bears
Scratch ya later, losers. We’re off to do some merry resting until spring —The Bears
Tomorrow’s that FIELD GUIDE thing. And if Jeff slips past us and out of the cave, he’ll probably be back on Monday 9 January with the the same old lame-ass morning dreck you’re used to. —The Bears
Goodbye bears. Merry Christmas x
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