Kevin the wolf was getting married.
He’d told his best wolf, Jim, that he didn’t want an over-the-top bachelor party but Jim, being Jim, hadn’t listened.
Eight pints and five shots later, here they all were in full fancy dress attempting to grab a late night bite on the way home. Barry had suggested a curry, Colin wanted a kebab but Jim, being Jim, had something else in mind.
He opened the gate he’d been leaning against, and out poured a waterfall of wool-on-legs. “The wool-ter’s lovely,” he bellowed, as the flock merged with the pack, “dive on in, lads!”
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