(WhiskeyWolf?)

I, on the other paw, consume Silver Bullets at an alarming rate... I'm thinking that maybe there is a rare breed of wolf called a Coorswolf that I am magically bonding with.


*rrrrp*


I do prefer whiskey though... always did... hence the fact that my stomach cannot tolerate it anymore.

I'm stuck being a Coorswolf now... sometimes a CoronaPuppy, and at times I risk being a RedWolf, a RedDog or BudLizard... and if I'm really daring, a GuinessFreak. A good portion of my stomach was sacrificed a few years back to the mighty God of Bourbon-Whiskey... Mr. Jack Daniels. (Do stomach linings ever grow back entirely? I've never researched that.)