I hate Winnie the Pooh. hate his friends.
do not understand how you can have a liking to a group of talking animals, almost certainly addicted to heroin, living in a wood, giving vent to all their Paturnie.
Winnie is clearly first and foremost a concentration of problems to say the least, disturbing. It is a bear
yellow jaundice, bulimia, with a red top and the voice from pederast priest. Flaunt
tenderness and innocence but Actually, the night watch bdsm porn channels on Sky.
In order of importance: Tigger.
Tigger unfortunately has never recovered from the fabulous '70s when he took the ketamine and listened to Pink Floyd, jumps on the tail and flaunts gaiety that would be stupid to even the bubbles Sister Germana.
IH-OH: Donkey narcoleptic depressed and blue, already at first glance is a healthy carrier of dementia. Talk to a slow
sesquipedale, apologizing all the time while there is a reason and has a tail 'attached' to the back with a pin! We are fools?
Recess: armadillo is a pink, very gay, which, far from making a much more honest coming-out, it behind good manners Old Carampane.
Meanwhile, when no one sees it. you put the wig, heels and walks around to seize the animals of the forest.
clique of idiots, do not pay it, holds hostage the mind of Christopher Robin poor, innocent child, captivated by the morbid bear him Gorge yellow honey from morning till night by standing inexorably to a future as a diabetic.
Then we are not complaining if adolescents get high tomorrow to drink caustic soda.
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