“I have this one series — have you ever heard of The Wolfen Wild? That’s me. By J.P. Loggerhead.”
Raleigh shook his head. “What kinda book is that?”
“It’s a shifter thing. Werewolves. Women dig werewolves.”
“What? Women are into werewolves?”
“Yeah.”
“Then why do they always bitch that I’m too hairy?!” Raleigh lifted his arms and grunted. That bared his armpits and the big bushy fur protruding there. He slapped his thighs — which had inspired his last girlfriend to call him ‘Thunder Thighs’, because whenever he slapped himself there, there was a loud slapping sound like the thunder still roaring outside the house.
“What? Well… Most of the women who buy my books are… I mean, they wouldn’t literally hook up with a werewolf if that existed,” Bart said. “It’s just a fantasy.”
From The Fat Landscaper