“Cuuuupid, Please Take Your Aim At Me!”

August 29, 2011 / Posted by:

Sometimes in the wild, you come across two hot-blooded sessy beasts throwing looks at each other like they just want to get messy, and that’s exactly the scene of love that went down in Malibu over the weekend when Becks laid his eyeballs on a Rob Reiner-alike with sex stuffed into his Speedos. You could cut the sexual tension with Posh’s clavicle bone. Posh now knows why Becks always spoons with a big Father Christmas plushie doll every night. Here she was thinking that her sleep chattering (sleep chattering is when your mouth opens and closes real fast while you’re sleeping because your stomach is hongray and it’s trying to catch a fly going by or something) gave Becks the scareds. But nope! The truth is that Becks has always wanted Santa Claus to come down his chimney if I ain’t being too subtle.

Just look at this picture of Becks frolicking in the sea while making fuck me eyes at Daddy Bear, and try to tell me that the song playing in his head isn’t this one:

I swear, if a genie showed up and agreed to grant Becks one wish, he’d ask to be turned into a crotch patch on that bear’s burgundy Speedo and he wouldn’t even have to think about it. I really hope this story had several happy endings, because the love between a silver bear and an otter doesn’t happen often.

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