There are serious Disney people in America. I own no Pooh Bear shirts, Dopey jean jackets or the official Mickey ears. I just would treasure the moment when Henry, my son, will see that damn castle and all the magic Disney spews out of ever pore of it's collective genius called Disney World. So I get it, America. Let your freak flags fly over the Magic Kingdom, I'm coming to join you in your akwardness.
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