Winnie-the-Pooh is a beloved resident of Hundred Acre Wood. He and his friends go on adventures, sing songs, play games, and generally enjoy life (except Eeyore, but that’s another story).
The stories don’t mention another bear in those woods, Vinny-the-Poo-Poo-Mouth as some know him, or as he calls himself, Pure Fuckin’ Sunshine.
When he “gets his groove on”, usually late at night after drinking enough fermented honey to pickle a mammoth, he starts singing Guns-N-Roses tunes at the top of his lungs, throwing empty jugs at trees, and picking fights with elms.
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