I turned into a werewolf once, but I’m alright nooooooooooooooooooooowwww!
Only when in London.
I’m safe here.
I have, but that’s not really too terribly surprising.
Now if you’ll excuse me I have some villages to terrorize.
Only when my @ gets bitten by a d before I can kill it.
I suppose I’m obligated to post in this thread but I find threads promoting one’s werewolf-ness to be soooo last year. We modern werewolves prefer to keep it on the down-low these days, you know. It’s all the rage to skulk around badly lit back alleys again.
Skulks menacingly out of thread
Ahem.
<sings>
Copyrighted by Warren Zevron, I believe. 
I’m a different kind of creature of the night, but where’s Angua?
Poor Will. What did he ever do to you?
I’m so sorry! I had to! 
Well, I slew a wereworld last full moon. Does that conut for anything?
[SIZE=1]I did it naked and without armor, just to prove I could.[SIZE]
Somebody call Fenris.
Well, I don’t know about you, but that’s when I pray to my god. Though losing a perfectly good suit of clothes is a pain in the butt.
Well, my step-mother-in-law was certain I was going to go into labor when there was a full moon. Two full moons in a row, she told me that. Never happened. But I did get a bit werewolf-ish there at the end of the pregnancy, and even more so at the end of the labor. Snarly, snapping at anyone within a few feet of me, generally unpleasant.
You’re talking to one who has dined with some frequency at Lee Ho Fook’s…
I misread the title as “There’s a Full Moon. Has anyone else turned into a Werewolf?”
Did you eat a big bowl of beef chow mein? 
I was under the impression that the first rule of werewolf club was that you don’t talk about werewolf club.
My daughter does. However she’s a young teenager and such things are expected.
My college roommate once released a very large BM at sunset. He was very proud of his creation and dragged me into the bathroom to marvel at the product of his labors. When we returned to the porcelain altar, it was gone, only traks marking it’s escape down the drain remained.
The plausible explanation is that one of our dorm-mates found it and flushed it. But we never knew for sure. Upon returning to our rooms, we both looked out the window and noticed a blood red moonrise–the full moon. 20 years later we still know the call of the were-turd
AAAaarrooooooooooo ----- tththththththtbbbbppptt !
I dunno, but his hair is perfect.