Look at this handsome rogue:
Pepe Le Pew and I have many similarities. He is definitely a brother from another mother.
We are bon vivants, eternal optimists, and incurable romantics.
We have a similar fashion sense, greatly favoring stripes (make mine pin please).
We have very furry tails, bulbous upturned noses and beady eyes.
We have an uncanny ability to assess what women think about us, and still go on undeterred.
We each have inescapable masculine scents.
Finally, we both are masters of the pithy phrase. Here are some of Pepe’s finest:
“This little love bundle. Now she is seeking for us a trysting place. Touching, is it not? Come, my little peanut of brittle. I will help you.” (Pepe on a skunkette’s effort to find an in-call)
“Why is it whenever a man is captured by a woman, all he wish to do is get away?” (This eternal paradox applies to skunks! Who would have thunk it?)
“You know, it is possible to be too attractive.” (A heavy cross to bear)
“Hey, I am a creamy puff, no?”