Monday, November 03, 2008

In school today, we were having a very flavourful debate on how hot Tinkerbell really is. I was never really into Peter Pan - he just can't match up to Power Rangers or Pokemon. So that probably explains why I never noticed that sweet little Tinkerbell is kind of a ... dirty whore.

That's quite a dress, really. One strategically placed, loose triangle piece of elfish cloth is all that stands between us and her enchanted hooey.

Closer inspection would give indication that this little lady also doesn't care for panties. But luckily, even in the dead cold of winter, not a hint of Tinkerbush.

I take back what I said in school, Winx can kiss my bottom.

I love you, Tinkerbell.