I'm this close to just sayin' fuck it too, brosef

where's my piggy!?!?!?


  1. Life could be worse. He looks comfy.

    That reminds me of a song on an old record (The New Christy Minstrels) my parents had. The lyrics, from obviously faulty memory:

    "Twas early last September,
    As near as I remember,
    While strolling down the lane in tipsy pride.
    Not a word did I utter,
    As I lay down in the gutter,
    And this pig come up and lay down by my side.

    Not a soul was I disturbing,
    As I lay there by the curbing,
    But this high-toned lady stopped
    and I heard her say:
    'You may tell someone who boozes,
    By the company he chooses.'
    And the pig got up and slowly walked away."

  2. ZING! love it! especially since all these pigs are runnin' away from me now!