WIT AND HUMOR – A FUNNY SITE BY BOB WAYNE

Piggy has finally reached the end of his rope. Loneliness has overwhelmed his desire to be a…well, uhm,,,a pig. He’s determined to slim down and find the perfect girl. Share and Enjoy:

Yeah, I know. You look out the window here in Minneapolis and you can watch the snow falling. Hell, more like blowing like a banshee. Share and Enjoy:

It was one of the last true snowfalls of winter. The snow danced, the wind sang, the trees quivered and snuggled into their fresh white blanket. Robert Frost and Walt Whitman waxed and waned on the excellence of Minnesota winters. Piggy perched in quiet solitude…gently framed in thoughts of spring…and Piggy frolicking… Share and Enjoy:

Piggy is hopping mad and he’s not going to take it anymore. Those of you who make fun of St. Reptilicus are in deep doo-doo. Piggy has sworn to do the Feral Piggy Dance on your forehead until you admit that: Share and Enjoy:

It was late. They’d reached the bottom of the box of cheap drunken tramp and disco CDs were scattered across the floor. They’d been consumed by the feral Piggy dance. Their lips had brushed and then clung in quiet desperation. And now they stared across the rumpled pillows into each other’s eyes. Piggy’s tenderloins ached with [...]