Ya’ll, the world is a far stranger place than even I suspected. To prove this, I give you:
The Pig Kissing Contest.
Apparently this is a popular way of raising funds for various organizations.
And check this out:
These folks also provide a pig to kiss. They’re on the East Coast. Hmpfh.
You might want to be careful that you don’t develop a relationship with the pig, though. When the pig starts borrowing your clothes, it’s a warning sign.
“A pig in the house? I thought I divorced him.”
Just for the record, my ex is actually very tidy. But sometimes, ze joke, she cries out to be told.
Of course, sometimes the pig does not want to be kissed.
And while we are on the subject, don’t you love the title of this book?!
It actually sounds pretty good (click the pic for the link). I feel a book review coming on. I wonder if the library has a copy…?
Of all the photos that came up when I googled “pig kiss”…
And ya’ll, do NOT google “pig tongue” looking for pig-licking pictures.
Trust me on this.
Not a digression you want to make… *shudder*… moving on.
I’m sad. I feel like a big pig-licking opportunity was missed here. I know people who live in Seattle, including some of my siblings. I wonder if they have any photos with the pigs? At least we can still check out the “Pigs on Parade” merchandise.
And while we are talking about pigs, and I believe we were…
This ad is just… disturbing. Eww. Sorry about that.
Here, this will heal your eyes:
Aww, look at that piglet, just worn out from all the kissing.
Now, won’t you join me in a bit of pig-licking rewriting?
There’s more than one way to lick a pig. (As Marin says…)
So many pigs, so little spit.
“Imagine all the people, licking pigs in peace…”
It knows no bounds. And neither do I.
May the Pig be with you.