OK, everyone, let’s all sing along…
Wulf’s nuts roasting under a blazing sun,
Heat stroke nipping at his brain,
Clothes all soaked with sweat,
Drenched down to his box-ers,
Oh my Goddess it’s hot,
Oh my Goddess it’s hot,
Outsiiiide!
(In case you haven’t guessed this should be sung to the music of “Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire…)
For those of you who
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