Its hard to write free-wheeling posts these days and harder to look outward. The end of the Spring semester is upon us and that feeling of siege has begun. My compassion meter is on zero and I feel pretty sure, I am incapable of a wise decision.
Go away English pig-dogs. I fart in your general direction. Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt like elderberries. Or something like that.
I wish I could chuck a cow at someone.
The best thing about this post? A complete absence of porcine references. This post is swine-free.
Fetchez la vache.
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