#45: Wrong Kind of Snuggly
This next joke is the stuff of nightmares. I especially find it unnerving because I’ve actually always been slightly afraid of teddy bears. This dates back to my childhood, when my sister told me a scary story about a talking teddy bear that bled real blood, and now that I’ve typed that, I’m remembering how weird and morbid children are sometimes.
The point is, a teddy bear that hugged back would cause me to run screaming from the house, call in a priest to bless the place, burn the whole thing to the ground, and then have the priest come back to bless the ashes. It would make for a good horror movie, though.
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