The Pig is a wholly underrated animal, so this special day was created in 1972 to attempt to elevate awareness of the intellectual prowess, adaptability and general tastiness of the humble Pig. Celebrate Pig Day by tying pink ribbons to trees to symbolise curly pink tails, and then either give the poor piggies a break in recognition of their service, or tuck into a nice bacon sarnie – your choice. I like pigs - going for the sarnie choice I reckon
Does this mean Miss Piggy will be making a special appearance ? Our bus, Kermit, will be so chuffed to see her
Bernie, have you been asked where you get all these from? Jen and I tried to invent a "campervan day" on 11/9 but it didn't take off!
It's a secret Or it could be http://www.daysoftheyear.com/ Sometimes I make them up if I don't like it. Sometimes I have to de-americanise them a bit.
The first time i went to Southern Italy in 1984 i was introduced to a lot of country folk who delighted in showing me their pig ( everyone seemed to keep a couple ) anyhow , i noticed that most of the pigs i saw only had one ear , after a while i asked a neighbour why - his reply was priceless and so typically Italian . " The government say there is a glut of pigs in Italy and have paid us to cull our pigs and they ask us to send one ear to the office to prove we have done it !" - i looked down at HIS pig and sure enough he was minus one ear - Giavani just gave me that old italian smile !
Taff walks into his bedroom with a sheep under his arm and says, "Darling, this is the pig I have sex with when you have a headache." His girlfriend is lying in bed and replies: "I think you'll find that's a sheep, you idiot." The man says, "I think you'll find I wasn't talking to you."
Two Mexicans are stuck in the desert, wandering aimlessly and close to death they are close to just lying down and waiting for the inevitable, when all of a sudden... "Hey Pepe, do you smell what I smell. Ees bacon, I is sure of eet". "Si, Luis, eet smells like bacon to meee". So, with renewed strength, they struggle off up the next sand dune, and there, in the distance, is a tree, just loaded with bacon. There's raw bacon, dripping with moisture, there's fried bacon, back bacon, double smoked bacon... every imaginable kind of cured pig meat you can imagine! "Pepe, Pepe, we ees saved. Eees a bacon tree". "Luis, are sure ees not a meerage? We'ees in the desert, don't forget". "Pepe, when deed you ever hear of a meerage that smell of bacon...ees no meerage, ees a bacon tree". And with that... Luis races towards the tree. He gets to within 5 metres, Pepe following closely behind, when all of a sudden, a machine gun opens up, and Luis is cut down is his tracks. It is clear he is mortally wounded but, true friend that he is, he manages to warn Pepe with his dying breath. "Pepe... go back man, you was right, ees not a bacon tree!" "Luis, Luis mi amigo... what ees eet?" "Pepe... ees not a bacon tree... ees a Ham Bush!"
A traveler was driving through Arkansas when he lost his way and got off the main highway. As he drove by, he saw rows and rows of pigsties and pigpens and pigs running in fields and pigs wallowing in mud. Suddenly, his eye caught something really strange. He did a double take, muttered to himself and then looked a third time. He wondered if he had seen correctly - it looked like a pig with a wooden leg! He found the lane to the farm and drove up into the farmyard, where he was met by the farmer. "Excuse me," the traveler said. "I was just driving by and looking at all your pigs, and I noticed something that I just had to stop and ask about. Tell me, did I see right? Is there really a pig out there with a wooden leg?" The farmer smiled. "Oh, that would be old Caesar you saw. He's the finest pig a man could ever hope to have - and smart! Well, let me tell you a little about that pig. You see that barge down there on the river? That's a mining dredge, taking out platinum ore. Old Caesar sniffed out the vein and showed us how to set it up. Now that dredge brings me in about $120,000 every year. "There's another thing, too, a little more personal. One night a couple of years ago I got to drinking and I guess I had more than I should have. I passed out drunk, fell down and knocked over a lamp. That started a fire in the house and old Caesar smelled the smoke. He came in the back door, got the wife and kid out, roused me up and got me out. "There is no question about it - that night old Caesar saved all our lives and you know that is not the sort of thing a man is going to forget too easily." "Why," the traveler said, "this is all amazing! I have never heard of a pig like this before! This is fantastic! But tell me, how did he get that wooden leg? Was he in a wreck or something?" The farmer laughed and said, "Well, naturally, when you have a pig that smart, you don't want to eat him all at one time!"
