There’s this werewolf who lives a few doors up from me.
I asked him why he was laughing at the moon the other night, rather than howling.
He told me he’d been chewing on a funny bone.
There’s this werewolf who lives a few doors up from me.
I asked him why he was laughing at the moon the other night, rather than howling.
He told me he’d been chewing on a funny bone.