October 7, 2007
Good Pig, Bad Pig
Red Pig, Blue Pig
I espied this fearsome statuary outside an all you can eat buffet in Valdosta, Georgia this morning. This toque-belidded oinker had a nasty vibe. Smirking, with a jaundiced eye. As if he's sharpening the cleaver behind his back in preparation for a repast of braised rib of hominid, served with thinly sliced shallot and garlic.
I'm thinking in his world Cracker Barrel has an entirely different meaning than ours.
I couldn't stare him down, so I crossed myself, spat three times, and hastened to the car. Like the good Gypsy I am.
"I'm thinking in his world Cracker Barrel has an entirely different meaning than ours."
Now, that sent a shiver down my spine! Good gawd, man! You've transformed a hideous specimen of advertising art into something scarier than the Frisch's Big Boy. No small feat, that.
Posted by: Joan of Argghh! at October 7, 2007 9:43 PMOffa monkeys, are you? On to pigs now?
Posted by: Elisson at October 7, 2007 11:45 PMI didn't know Hilary Clinton was into advertisement with her picture!
Posted by: GUYK at October 8, 2007 12:12 PMHope you spit on his shadow. You have to spit on the shadow.
Posted by: og at October 8, 2007 3:42 PMBarbeque his ass. Red pig, blue pig, good pig if you cook it right.
Barbecue him? No. Park his arse in a mosque somewheres.
Posted by: Peggy U at October 10, 2007 2:50 AMI wish that stoned pig had told us it wasn't a breakfast buffet....
Posted by: Key at October 10, 2007 11:53 PM