Having taken Mr. Wolf’s shortcut through the woods to Grandma’s house, little red riding was horrified when she let herself in the front door and found the wolf in her grandma’s bed.

“Dammit, I thought you said we had more time!” Cried Grandma, looping her arm back through her brassiere.

                                                                

Sly old Wolf. Behold my terrible picture of Harvey Keitel. Perhaps I’ll do a better job at some point and replace it (for anyone who doesn’t understand the reference, go watch Pulp Fiction immediately!).

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