New theory. Disney isn’t made of happiness or bluebirds or terrifyingly peppy smiles. It’s made of puns. All the puns came together and they formed Disneyland. And I was a leetle bit afraid.
* I was going to pun. I was. I confess. But then, I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. I went on a ride today which featured approximately twelve thousand puns in about four minutes. I think it’s burned out the punning part of my brain.