BearMythology

abearjunkie:

arnisthebear:

Okay, I am still in love with you Arn….come on home, let me feed ya and get those winter pounds back on ya….grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

When I was a little kid, I wanted both of these guys to hold me tight. Only difference between then and now, is we’re all a little older. (I still love you Rick and Arn)

abearjunkie is like my soul brother, except I’m Asian, so I guess we’re like seoul brothers?  But srsly, Arn Anderson has got to be my favorite bearish wrestler of all-time.  I’ve probably already said that from every Arn Anderson reblog I’ve done.  :P

abearjunkie:

arnisthebear:

Okay, I am still in love with you Arn….come on home, let me feed ya and get those winter pounds back on ya….grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

When I was a little kid, I wanted both of these guys to hold me tight. Only difference between then and now, is we’re all a little older. (I still love you Rick and Arn)

abearjunkie is like my soul brother, except I’m Asian, so I guess we’re like seoul brothers?  But srsly, Arn Anderson has got to be my favorite bearish wrestler of all-time.  I’ve probably already said that from every Arn Anderson reblog I’ve done.  :P

arnisthebear:

This picture almost looks like a robot version of Arn

I’d probably choose Arn Anderson as my futuristic Surrogate.  I’m pretty sure that I will fall in love with my robot bear-self as I admire my beefy and furry pecs, my perfect beard, and my overall spectacular husky physique.  I will then always wear  my wrestling attire as I cockily walk down the street.  I’d always find the time to flex, stretch my arms to reveal my manly pits, and scratch & adjust my family jewels…  Geezus.  I’m getting eerily hard thinking about it.

arnisthebear:

This picture almost looks like a robot version of Arn

I’d probably choose Arn Anderson as my futuristic Surrogate.  I’m pretty sure that I will fall in love with my robot bear-self as I admire my beefy and furry pecs, my perfect beard, and my overall spectacular husky physique.  I will then always wear  my wrestling attire as I cockily walk down the street.  I’d always find the time to flex, stretch my arms to reveal my manly pits, and scratch & adjust my family jewels…  Geezus.  I’m getting eerily hard thinking about it.