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This post is a celebration of all the shit I hate about Peter Pan. Fuck Peter Pan in his smooth, child-like ass until a crocodile flies out, yes, fuck him.
1. J.M. Barry never reached puberty. When J.M. Barrie, the author of Peter Pan's adventures in mongoloid town, was a child he was such a fucking annoying little douche fag that his mother hated him and really only loved his brother. Then, his brother died. His mom, faced with dealing with J.M.'s fucking whiny bullshit, became ill herself. On her deathbed, she told him her only remaining asshole of a son, that at least she never had to see him grow up, at least he would always be her little boy. So this twat stops developing. His balls never dropped, he never grew hair in the pubic area, and he certainly never banged Kate Winslett (shut up, uncle pedo. You know I don't have pictures). Fuck this over-emotional, cock retarded fag.
2. Peter Pan was a fag. Yup. Gay. Flitting around, hanging out with fairies who sprinkle sparkles all over him while he bemoans the loss of his shadow, gay, gay, gay. This whole thing reads like a metaphor for went to club, got smoked on PCP, lost his African man whore when a shinier cock presented itself in the men's toilet. Boo fucking hoo, fag.
3. Tinkerbell was the hottest girl in Neverland and she was the same size as a tiny cock. Tink is always depicted as a hot piece of ass with wings. Great. What the fuck good is she if the best she could offer is a good hug for my cock. Plus, your mom.Also, sideboob is fantastic..
I promise at least 7 more reasons to hate J.M. Barrie coming soon.
In the mean time, here is a great picture of (guess what) tits.
Danny Hammer signing off.
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