The Purse doesn’t match the shoes. Purple AND Red, I mean really, clash-o-rama.
That headpiece. A gold star for its FABULOUS height, but it really doesn’t have much in the way of frills, its just a triangle. It absolutely demands bugle beads, or something lacey.
He hangs out in a meadow. Not a bush or tree in sight. A bit too daring for anything but the quickest quickie.
He’s a really bad dancer.
The name Tinky Winky. I don’t know a gay man on the planet who would go with a name like that…. HELLO, it screams "I’m small down there and I don’t care who knows it."
