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Gary knew that his days on Diff'rent Strokes

  • Gary knew that his days on Diff'rent Strokes were numbered. Charlotte had told him long ago that
  • “Fame and riches are fleeting. Stupidity is eternal.” Gary wasn't sure what she meant by that, but he found Dana Plato's company much more relaxing. One day on the set
  • had given Little Coleman enough experience to realize that what might be right for some may not be right for all. Finally, he understood what Willis was talking about.
  • Coleman came to the heart-wrenching conclusion that he'd have to leave town. He gathered up a few clothes, picked up his
  • blood-stained sweater (the one with the cute snowman on it), and hopped onto his Vespa. "Last time I buy marshmallows on credit", he mumbled as he flicked his lighter and started
  • on his next pack of Marlboros. He merged into traffic and headed north on the I-35. Two minutes later, he saw sirens in his mirror. "I ain't got time for the fuzz," he growled.
  • Fuzzy Wuzzy pulled up beside him. "What're you growling about, Smokey?" The bear in question flicked a cigarette into Fuzzy's car, setting fire to the pleather interior. Fuzzy swe
  • sweated in his his fur suit. This forest fires demonstration was going horribly wrong. Smokey was now pulling out a joint, smoking nonchalantly.
  • Immediately DEA agents rushed on the scene and shut Smokey's whole show down. Smokey was detained and harshly interrogated, but he wasn't a snitch and wouldn't give up his source.
  • It wasn't over yet, but Smokey was just one spokesbear (smokesbear?) to countermand the oppressive anti-literature forces of Farenheit 451. That bear was again and still my hero.

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