A Winnie The Pooh Themed AirBnB Opened And It’s So Cute I Might Kill Myself
If you know me at all, you know I’m a huge Winnie The Pooh head. My mom always said I was like Winnie the Pooh. Kind. Adventurous. Loving. Loyal. Liked to wear only a shirt with no pants and could always go for a smackeral of honey. To be honest, I see it.
As I’ve grown up, I’ve noticed the wisdom of Pooh. His little sayings didn’t mean much to me as a boy but as I’ve raising my family, there’s much to be learned from that chubby little cubby all stuffed with fluff.
That being said, taking a few days off and wandering with bewilderment to a lovely little cottage in the woods would be a delight. I’d love to gather my closest pals and take a jaunt to an AirBnB with only a good book, several pots of the good stuff, and a few friends with a wide variety of personalities. We’d talk about balloons and bees while sipping on honey mead until our bellies we stuffed like our bodies. We bounce around with Tigger and get deep into our feels with Eeyore. We’d run the emotional gamete.
Typically, I’m not a bunk beds fan though. That’s my only real issue with this AirBnB. I think I don’t like bunk beds because one time I stayed at a church camp ground and my friend from high school Derek White started jerking off above me. Pervert! Now, I know that there was a plastic-lined mattress above me but I couldn’t help but think I was gonna get cum on my head! I didn’t want that then and I don’t want that now. Because when you have cum on your head, it’s hard to think about what the appropriate next move is.
What to do. What to do, indeed. But I think I have an idea, Piglet. If I do get to stay there, I call dibs on the top bunk. If anyone is getting cum on their head, it won’t be me. It’ll be someone else who gets the contents of my honey pots on their heads.
Inappropriate, Pooh. Oh bother. I’m just kidding. I won’t cum on anyone. I’ll just enjoy the AirBnB and the company and perhaps a viewing of the cinematic adventure from 1977. Enjoy!