Bears with Furniture.

At some point, one or more persons described single men as bears with furniture. Namely, inhuman, hairy, hungry beasts with a knack for getting into the trash. Now some may take offense at this comparison, but as someone who has spent a decent percentage of his life in the woods, eating whatever was at hand and dreading the next time I had to shave, I cannot help but embrace it. As I reach a point in my life where I am beginning to acquire my own furniture, both literal and metaphorical, it only makes sense to adopt this title. Bear with furniture here, prepared to begin logging the occasional thought about this life. Read if you like, don't if you'd rather not.