In aggregate, I think that Bear and the gang are in fine form to face some fines. Par for the coarse, I suppose. I wonder whether they’ll slump in resignation or deny everything.
Instead of Bear shitting on his own doorstep, perhaps he should go back to doing it in the woods? Although I imagine there would be a distinct lack of ‘cement mixers’ there.
Is Russian bear.
Because there are assholes in this world that will steal anything that isn’t nailed down.
Shit, you’d think that cementing something would be enough, but apparently you have to actually nail it down…
You need to get Fish on the case.
I’m assuming you’re changing the names to protect the “innocent”? Why didn’t Bear just tell the cops where it was?
Bump…
Bear has had his 24 hours now. Any sign of the mixer?
Did you at least measure Bear for his new overshoes?
I betcha he walks. I’m sure Bear has a concrete alibi.
Then wouldn’t the mixer be driving Bear?
Maybe Bear was just scared to be on the road without something heavy and sturdy around him after that run in with the bicyclist?
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I suppose it would be too much to ask that the names Bear, Mole, and Crane are what these characters are actually known as?
Because I want to live in a small town where everyone knows everyone else and they all have cool nicknames like that. Kind of Northern Exposure-like.
Yeh. I’ve been in towns where they had names like that.
On the plus side, this thread has reminded me of all the engineering terms I’d forgotten from my year and a half at university 
“Bear” and “Mole” are variations of their street names. I made up “Crane.” Yeah, everybody knows everybody by their street names.
The cement mixer has not been found. Bear is saying he had permission to take it, Mole is still screaming about us “siccing the police on me” and Crane is whining about how much trouble she is in. We have filed charges, so it is going to be very interesting.
We’ve written off the cement mixer, as it is probably in pieces by now.
You checked eBay right?
Thier names are Teddy and Guaca, aren’t they? (and Fraiser)
Hey Boo Boo.
I blame moose and squirrel.