…or at least he got back without being eaten. The French do love their pork.

So, where did Piggy go and what did he do?

Let me make clear that Piggy came back with a lot of pictures so I’m gonna to milk this sucker for all the blog entries I can get. Besides, a little Piggy goes a long way as you’ll quickly realize…

This entry is about his adventures getting to France.

   
 

 

Some pigs are as bad as children. They get so excited you can’t get them to settle down… 
   
 

Finally, after much cajoling (and threats of being stuffed in the overhead bin), Piggy settles in for the trip… 

  
   
     Piggy and Wade share a hug in the airport in Paris. The drunken debauchery will come later. 
   
 

Uh, does the word “ham” come to mind? Sheesh… 

  
   
 

 

The Diva Drew was trying to “document in pictures” The Rose Ensemble’s concert tour in Paris and somebody who shall remain nameless (but his initials start with PIG) kept hogging the action… 
   
 

 Piggy was so excited to ride the Metro! They don’t have subways in Minneapolis… 

  

This will, of course, continue since the stupid pig came back with a ton of pictures of, what else, himself…

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