Kinda honey?

What kind of honey does Pooh like?

One's tempted to reduce this complicated issue to the thought that he likes all kinds - the bear loves honey, goddammit - but there surely are some flavour he likes more than others.

For example, I enjoy the softer, lighter honey flavours like orange blossom. It's much gentler than, say, the strongly aromatic and DARKER Eucalyptus honey that assaults the senses to bring the taster to his knees. No, the lighter honeys plays with the palate, dancing across the tongue and allows you to spend time with the layers of flavour.

Maybe it depends on whether he's in a shitty mood or his usual simplistically optimistic self.

Sex life of Pooh bears?

Pooh bears do it sweetly.

Or is it innocently? He must be into scatology. If he does it at all.

No tiggers or piglets for expotitioning...

My two invitees haven't responded. Oh Pooh-hoo-hoo.

Solution: Invite more satirical sluts and wait for the original two to fix their pongcuters.

And no comments? Solution: blog exposure...

Sound of one paw clapping?

If a Pooh bear in the woods and there's no one there... does it... growl?

Dark Pooh

I've always wondered how DARK Winnie the Pooh could be. I'd guess it's quite dark inside a honey pot. Not to mention empty, after the bear of little brain and ample tummy got his head in there.

The Queen has this little piece on his fridge magnet... (no, this is not the Alice in Wonderland blog, although she'll probably visit, by the look of things. Seeing as reality is non-linear...)

"Bother," said Pooh, and hid Piglet's corpse.

Sweet Pooh.

Well, here goes...

"Where are we going, Pooh?" asked Piglet. "Nowhere," said Pooh. And so they went.