The pig had apparently been attacking a woman in her garden when she called the authorities to take care of it. They managed to subdue the animal (who had been distracted by a “decorative ball”) and get it in their cop car. Then… well… this happened.
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I can’t believe they went to all that trouble to rescue a pig. Hasn’t anyone in that town heard of BACON? If I find a pig in my yard I’m going to consider it bonus time.
Admin and T4C,
You never disappoint me on a long Friday. Chop sticks with pizza. Classic.
Thank you,
Bob.
OMG – I was eating…..(cough, gag)
Gross out alert next time….damn.
Eating while FFailing is akin to masturbating to POW
Cats…
I despise cats.
For one, I’m allergic to them… seriously. Whenever we would go over to the in-laws in Germany, I knew I was in for a rough time. They had cats. Three of them. Within 30 minutes, I could feel my airways closing up and I started to itch uncontrollably.
Only thing I could do was wash up and bail out… of course, it kept contact with the in-laws to a minimum, so there’s that…
We have barn cats.
Most useless things ever. The only reason we still have them is because my wife likes them. Otherwise, there’d be several new shallow graves in back of the tool shed…
Was just outside on the porch, having a smoke and thinking… have to spray the potatoes and orchard for pests today. Mix soil and compost, then pile it all around the potato plants… remulch the trees…
And l look down… there’s one of our cats, taking a giant shit right in front of the hedges. We had a tree there. Had it removed and I’m trying to get the grass to grow back where the stump was…
And this cat – a fat bastard named Garfield who does absolutely NOTHING except beat on the other cats and make my life miserable – is shitting right in the middle of the seeds and straw…
You motherfucker!
We live on top of a ridge… pretty good view. I look around and then yell at the cat:
“You fat fuck! You have all this (sweeping my arm from horizon to horizon) to use as a shitter and you decide to bust a grumpy right there?!? Do I go into your little cat box and squeeze one off? NO!…
Like that, for about 2 minutes… then spend the next two minutes thinking of all the stuff I could make out of his hide… weighing the tradeoff – how much blowback and withholding sex I’ll have to endure if I shoot this motherfucker, and would it be worth it?
He’s alive… for now. It’s a good thing I like knocking boots more than killing him…. if that ever changes, he best find someplace to hide, ’cause I’m coming for him…