This is a love story. It has it's tangles,

that was all she needed. Their love tale did not start out as romantic as it may seem. When they met, he had been the town undertaker, she the

town whore,and he came down the cabaret she worked in one night,surching for someone with beautifull lips to go down on him.She thoutgh he was cute

in that Bieber kind of way which meant that the cuteness was forced upon her like a CIA Brainwashing session and by the end of it she felt like vomiting her organs into a

thimble. It was a darned shame they treated Tinkerbell like that. But she was kinda hot. It was hard to stop thinking about what she might do with those wings. Ohhhhhhhh

Tink, do that again. Wendy's fart interrupted his fantasy, as she always did. Wendy was one jealous bitch, crude, smelly, and hot in a dangerous way. Hook carefully cleaned

his mustache with the brush attachment on his hook hand and contemplated what to do with Wendy. Farting was punishable by death in Neverland, but he didn't want to piss off the Pan

or his XL tub of peanut butter. That's when Hook heard that sound he dreaded so much... "tick, tock, tick, tock" "ARM THE CANNONS!" The captain shouted. Ke$ha was in Neverland.

She flew in on pixie dust on the arm of Peter Pan as Hook and his crew aimed the cannon straight at her heart on fire. TIK TOK (on the clock) but the party didn't stop, no...

because the cannon ball hit true, but her fiery heart was so much truer, and her love consumed the world, and after the seventh wave and a moment of silence, came the after-party.