Hmm. Well, suddenly “Werewolves of London” — and a nekkid David Naughton shielding his privates from ogling city dwellers with the help of some filched balloons — seem more plausible.
Or something like that.
Hmm. Well, suddenly “Werewolves of London” — and a nekkid David Naughton shielding his privates from ogling city dwellers with the help of some filched balloons — seem more plausible.
Or something like that.
So I guess London can now call its homeless “urban outdoorsmen”?
Heh Heh.
Or the Merry Men, perhaps.