"Aminals Is Mates, Innit?"
Pete Doherty has started making plans to open an animal sanctuary near his Wiltshire home, say reports.
…
The rocker was reportedly inspired after he rescued a three-legged hedgehog from the road-side, which he has named Mrs Tiggy-Winkle.
…
"He made sure it got the proper help it needed from a vet and set up a special section for it in his garden. Pete has a big heart. He also loves rats and is looking after one with no tail…"
To the right is Doherty putting a makeshift crack pipe to the mouth of a cat.
Scroll Posts
Name That D-Lister « Next — Prev » Blender Takes The Road Less Traveled
Editor
he's planning to start an army of cracked out animals to battle bradgelina's army of children.
Cat raves on, Friday and the Dogs have, Saturday. No exceptions. Stick with your own species. That's how naked mole rats happened.
People who give cocaine to animals are not animal lovers.
Wow. Doherty's a Beatrix Potter fan. So where did it all go wrong?
maybe he gives them crack so they can protect him at all hours. crackhead cats and dogs are like the energizer bunny, they keep going and going and going…
The Potter character is Mrs. Tiggy Wiggle, not Tiggy Winkle.
He's probably working on his designer line of cat crack pipes.
Tiggy Winkle, sounds like a teletubbie.
tiggy wiggle sounds like some sort of sex toy. i guess the gay wizard needs love to…
Ahhhh, tinky winky was that bastards name. Wasn't he gay? According to Jerry Falwell. Or maybe he's just asexual and likes purses?
i still say doherty's hot. it's inexplicable but he is. he's the ugliest-cute man eveh! and i swear i don't just want him because he must have fabulous coke connections.
I had a cat that could tell the difference between a cig and a joint. She hated cigarette smoke but would hop right up on your lap if you fired up a fattie.
She also did acid once, ate the apples when we dumped a cooler of hairy buffalo and had a near death experience with a wolf hound… but that's for another post.
Sugar, tell me the story about the tripping cat. Not a drug animals story, per se. But once back in the olden days, 1989. I had a bad trip and my friend and I swore we could talk to my friends black lab. Like we were looking him in the eye and then looking at each other saying. "OMG, did you hear that". Once again I've shamed my family.