To Name a Wolf
As promised, here is the strip that reveals the wolf’s name… sort of.
Okay, okay, okay. I know you want to know the name of the wolf. I have a secret, it wasn’t one missing panel, it was four missing panels (did you see the amount of copy in the interrupting panel?). Here is the wolf name reveal strip in its entirety (scroll down).
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I have calmed down a bit since my last post. I gotta admit I was ticked that you wasnt givin me my props, I gots agitated and slammed my arms and elbow down on the table. Think I might have messed up the elbow. I guess King LeGrandma will work. All you folks wondering about my elbow, follow me on twitter, LeBron’s Elbow.
Sorry man, but I and Shaq needs more episodes of the sheep.
Grandma?
Really?
*facepalm*
I need a brown paper bag now.
Something to put over my head.
Why wolfshade, what big eyes you have.
Being “King James” is a tough job with lots of hard work and many negative idiots standing in my way. Learning from Shaq that the Wolf wasnt named King, or LeWolf was really a kick in the backside for me and the entire city of Cleveland. I may vacation in Chicago but I love Cleveland.
Please consider a re-write and name the wolf after the best thing thats happened to Cleveland since Drew Carey and Halle Berry.
My stay with the Cavaliers may depend on this decision.
WORD.
Sorry King. Would King LeGrandma be more to your liking?
Hahaha!
Okay, I was feeling very ripped off for a moment there, until I scrolled down. Grandma eh, that one I never would have guessed.
I actually had other plans, but when I started to hype the wolf’s name, I knew I had to really stretch things and come up with something that would catch everybody off guard. Plus, my best friend is named Grandma but goes by the name “Butch.” Not really, but wouldn’t that be funny?