kybearfuzz | More Odds than Ends on Monday

At the restaurant where my coworkers and I went to lunch, I got heavily cruised by a handsome, burly black bear with beautiful eyes.
On the drive back to the office, my branch cohorts and I discussed how an old drive-in nearby played x - rated flicks at night. I imagined a group of teenagers who snuck out late at night to put their eyes up to the space between the fence slats to watch the movie. It's not like they'd really need to hear it. I then joked that there was a reason why you never see closed captioning on an adult movie. The CC comments would flow like this:

Bambi: Oh, yeah, oh yeah...
Dirk: Mmmmm, yeah, that's it...
Bambi: Harder, yeah... oh yeah...
Dirk: You like that, don't you?
[slapping sounds]
Bambi: [moaning]
I went to the gym after work, changed into my gym clothes, and realized I brought one shoe from two different pairs of running shoes. I would have been brave enough to put them on and make it work, but they were both the left shoe.
On my drive home from the gym, I witnessed a car accident in the intersection directly in front of me. I was thankful I didn't get hit by any shrapnel. A lady was trying to turn across the lanes of traffic ahead of her. A teenager in the through-lane slammed on his brakes, but not enough to avoid hitting her. After the immediate shock of the accident, I looked up and saw that she didn't have an arrow and he had the light. The local police officer got my name and number as a witness if needed.