Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Bar Shennanigans

So I was walking down the street looking for some downtown Arlington bear action when I saw the infamous QAC that I escaped from. I decided to pay her a little visit without her knowing. 



I'm not touching you!


Your observations are astounding.


Hahahahhahh.... laugh it up fuzz ball.

 SERIOUSLY TURN AROUND. I'M RIGHT HERE

I finally gave up and decided to enjoy the festivities. Pentagon Bear loves bitches and beer.

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Adventures Abound


After all this time going to fabulous ports of call, I decided to visit that special place in my heart. I learned the important lesson that you can never really go home...because there is a lot of weird crap lying all around.
I hope I don't die in a fire.

 I'm confused. 


Bitches don't know that I live for the music

 I just pooped on the seat

I'm kind of scared that there
are so many boxing gloves.  Seriously, what kind of troubled person just leaves this stuff around? Whoever works here obviously doesn't do anything  productive.



I like my bitches like I like my coffee, reconstituted and single serving

We are going to play a new game called Abbottabad A-Go-Go.  Potato Head, you be the 6'4 Jihadist, Army guy with the bling, you be his wife and I will be Seal Team 6. GO!

Thursday, January 6, 2011

South Pacific, Bitches!!

I'm not sure how I ended up in a tropical paradise but, this escaped Pentagon Bear is on a roll!




Spider Bear, Spider Bear, does whatever a Spider Bear does.


I feel like a Jewish Pentagon Bear on Christmas!


You can spin my rotor anytime baby


I came here to kick ass and drink coffee and I just finished my Grande Latte'





Sleepy time, bitches


                When you see it, you will shit bricks


Why am I not using Google Maps?


            Oh God Mr. Barstool! Please hold me and don't let go!


Rubbing this on my genitals seemed like such a good idea 30 seconds ago.


It's like the Red Light District in Amsterdam, but with bears.


I'm about to poop garlic chicken all over this bitch         


I'm beyond the looking glass, bitches!


I'm not sure if the natives are giving me gifts or are about to eat me?


Ok, I'll be honest. I'M F'ING LOST!!! Where the hell am I?


Who? Who what? Bitch, do you speak english?



Does a bear shit on a fern?


 When you are this cool you need sunglasses because the Sun shines on you 24 hours a day



Nobody tells the Pentagon Bear where to get off


I haz camouflage 


Ladies wish it was this small


Don't judge us. We are in love.


So many bitches, so little time.

Thursday, October 28, 2010

Army Convention

My journey has taken me to some fantastic places the last 3 months.  But, somehow I was lucky enough to get into the 2010 AUSA show in DC and get to play with guns, and drink free beer, and see booth babes and battle with gigantic military robots (relatively speaking).


Get to the choppa, bitches!  I'll hold them off!


Strap myself in, because I'm on an express elevator to hell; going down, bitches!




I'm making a hole in the wall and driving this thing to RFD for happy hour, bitches!



I'm not a afraid of a bunch of derka, derka jihadists!  You can call the 
shotgun seat. I call hood, bitches!


How the hell did I get to the choppa before all you bitches? Bitches be slow!



No I won't take it back! Yo momma so easy, she was finger cuffed by Johnny 5
and ED-209 with a can of wd-40!


Ladies, calm down. There's enough of this Pentagon Bear to go around. 
Now get me a beer and make me a samich!


I feel like I'm back in Nam.  Damn you Charlie!!


Winnie The Pooh once asked me, "How can you shoot women & children?! " 
I replied, "It's easy--you just don't lead them as much, bitch"


Friday, October 1, 2010

Want to get High?...On the Seas, Bitches!

So after my crazy, super fantastic adventure on the Jersey shore (no fist pumping for me, thank you very much), I decided to go on a cruise.  The life of an escaped Pentagon bear is not for the faint of heart.

I missed my calling as a Somalian Bear Pirate.  

It's not even Friday up in here, Bitches!

What the hell is this? This better not be a Mapplethorpe exhibit!


Too much Happy Hour fun.

Help! Aunt Jemima is real and she's done gone crazy!

This is my bed! I called it first, bitches!

Hanging out on the street corner holla'en at some mighty fine bitches. What? Land Shark? WTF are you talking about?
No I won't take it back! Yo momma so fat she look like a megalodon with a weave