Fractured fairy tales from a 50-something
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:
Ignore this dire threat at your peril!
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dawnpatika
March 21st, 2008 at 6:39 am
Piggy with a gun?! I’m shocked and disappointed. There are so many other ways to ensure compliance. Take the cattle prod for instance; a seriously underused means of controlling the masses. Or…or how about the bastinado? When’s the last time you had the soles of your feet briskly beaten with a big hard stick? (Probably not as effective if you have cloven hoves.) Anyway Piggy, put down the gun, it’s beneath you.
Bob Wayne
March 21st, 2008 at 7:49 am
Subtlety is a way of life for Piggy. To paraphrase Teddy Roosevelt, “Walk softly and carry the biggest damned gun you can get your stinking hands on!”
dawnpatika
March 21st, 2008 at 1:13 pm
I shake my tiny fist at you.