That’s why you are the blogging equivalent of “The Ultimate Warrior”…
That’s strange, because I think I have a third wolf inside me. It likes basketball, skateboarding, making out, acid wash jeans, and getting into crazy fun adventures. OH SHIT I HAVE TEEN WOLF INSIDE ME
Which one is hungry? I’m like that one.
That would look hot airbrushed on the back of a denim jackets.
You put it on leather if you’re really committed.
If you replace that stupid wolf with a picture of Wolverine, it would be PERFECT.
This picture needs a dreamweaver.
Don’t tell me you’re becoming a Furry!
you’re a wolf, boy, get out of this town.
My wolves are having sex. What does that mean?
And recursive! The first time I heard this little nugget of WARRIOR SOUL TRUTH was in those David Mack Daredevil issues with Wolverine and Echo running around in the woods.
Is one of the wolves Guitar Wolf?
If so, I pick that one.
Dr. Laura uses this one all the time.
First wolf to develop a taste for self-loathing wins.
Mark, I hope you mean a Dreamcatcher. I don’t want any wolves in my design courses.
Man, I miss the days when they were some spider-web on a hoop to keep Minnesota mosquitos away from cribs. You sold out, Dreamcatchers.
Makes me think of Annie Sprinkle’s boobs. (nsfw image. duh.)
Uuuum… Wouldn’t the evil wolf just eat the other wolf’s food? The good wolf sounds like it’d totally let it happen.
Um. Nobody’s taking notes on our responses to this, are they? I suspect I’ve just summed up my inevitable first trip to therapy.
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