Slydog
has rocks in the head
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Jul 18, 2007 19:20:22 GMT -5
Post by Slydog on Jul 18, 2007 19:20:22 GMT -5
True story: On Monday, I was walking around Doc's Harley shop in Shawano, WI. Hubs was there getting the oil changed, etc, so we had two hours to kill. I was looking at these great leather halter tops and matching thong shorts to wear under my chaps (a lie, I was really looking for a shirt that covered more skin than it showed  , and suddenly I felt something hit me in the back of the knee and push me aside. It was a pig, a big one! There I was shopping, and a pig just walks in and swipes me. The dam thing was on a mission---she was storming thru the aisles like she knew exactly where she wanted to be--and she did. She eventually ended up at an office door (yes--I DID follow the pig!), and started oinking and grunting, pacing back and forth, and rubbing her teeth on the steel door--a well worn 'path' was on the door. And inside--they were cooking stew, and on the floor was a big bowl of pig food. You could not smell any of this from outside the door. How on earth that pig made it across the driveway, thru a busy cycle shop, and into the clothing department without being run over by a car or cycle is beyond me. And then--to go directly to her feeding room, doggone that was something else. Okay, yes, I am easily amused, but still------- |
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Jul 18, 2007 21:07:41 GMT -5
Post by Lady B on Jul 18, 2007 21:07:41 GMT -5
Pigs are highly intelligent and make great pets.
(And I don't want to hear one word from RTHers about what great ribs they make when you get tired of them.)
Sounds like you had a great experience, Slydog. I'll bet Miss Piggy would love to find a great looking leather halter, too, as long as it wasn't made of pigskin.
Your story definitely made me laugh. Snort. Snort.
Lady B
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Jul 18, 2007 21:29:06 GMT -5
Post by Cher on Jul 18, 2007 21:29:06 GMT -5
ROFL ... I would have climbed right up the clothing racks if it happened to me.
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Jul 18, 2007 21:36:41 GMT -5
Post by LCARS on Jul 18, 2007 21:36:41 GMT -5
What's wrong with pork ribs?!  ;D |
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stefan
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Jul 19, 2007 10:40:47 GMT -5
Post by stefan on Jul 19, 2007 10:40:47 GMT -5
What a HAM- Bet she was CHOPin at the bit- this was a real RIB tickler- Sorry I know that was real bad!
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Jul 19, 2007 11:35:12 GMT -5
Post by krazydiamond on Jul 19, 2007 11:35:12 GMT -5
i would be up on the racks with Cher!
pigs are scary!
KD
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Jul 19, 2007 12:02:34 GMT -5
Post by Lady B on Jul 19, 2007 12:02:34 GMT -5
Now, KD, I have met several pigs in my day and I was never scared. They are all soft and they have the prettiest hairs all over their bodies.
Now if you were thinking of Pigs...well now that's a different kinda animal all together.
And Stefan...you were right...that was bad, but you are a pretty good cut up.
Don't you all wish Slydog had had a camera handy?
Lady B
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Jul 19, 2007 15:09:26 GMT -5
Post by krazydiamond on Jul 19, 2007 15:09:26 GMT -5
well, if you are talking about those little pet pot belly numbers, i agree, they are kinda cute in a cartoon barnyard sort of way. but, quite a few years back, my brother-in-law worked on quite a large commercial pig farm and lived in the farmhouse on the premises. my husband and i went to visit them soon after we were married and got the grand tour. i was entralled with the little baby ones and rather intimidated by the enormous ones.
one glass of wine led to another over dinner and poor brother-in-law had a "bit of a head" in the morning, so hubby and i offered to help with the morning feeding....i was feeling ok. so we opened the door to this huge barn and it was dead silent....one thousand eyes peering out from the darkness at the promise of food and then all hell broke loose. pigs scream like people. it was deafening, but, they needed to eat, so here we go. i got about halfway into the building and between the warm, pig body/pig poo and pig food smell coupled with the decibels of wailing and screaming (later explained that it was a happy and excited-to-be-fed noise), i suddenly fely every drop of wine i'd had the night before and had to EXIT THE BUILDING with much haste.
and now you know the story of my aversion to pigs.
KD
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one80mike
freely admits to licking rocks
@(-_-)@ Princess Leia!
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Jul 19, 2007 19:56:20 GMT -5
Post by one80mike on Jul 19, 2007 19:56:20 GMT -5
One of the places I go rockhounding is a farm that has a piggery on it. Around the pig shed there are heaps of jaspers, moss agates, carnelians and stuff I dunno the names to.
The pigs don't like strangers around so they squeal and shriek and carry on. The ammonia like smell is quite...special. There is a dam just behind the shed where all of the water used to clean the floor and all of the pig maure gets collected. There is a thick, brown, crunchy looking crust that covers the surface of the water.
One time when I was there, I took some of the teenage fellas that I work with with me. It was very hot and very windy and I was down wind of the dam, not a pleasnt smell. Then, boys being boys, one of them, name Billy, chucks a few big rocks into the dam. There was not so much a "splash" as a "crunch" followed immediately by a kind of "gulp".
First, I'm hoping that it wasn't a really nice jasper or agate. Then, the smell of the stirred up pigs waste hit me.
When I say "hit me", I mean "HIT ME!" I nearly fell to the ground from the smell. All of us were gagging and dry wretching and laughing at each other's reactions until our sides felt they they were going to tear open.
We all still laugh when the story of the rocks in the dam gets told.
I still wonder...what rocks did Billy throw in???
Mike
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, and suddenly I felt something hit me in the back of the knee and push me aside. It was a pig, a big one! There I was shopping, and a pig just walks in and swipes me. The dam thing was on a mission---she was storming thru the aisles like she knew exactly where she wanted to be--and she did. She eventually ended up at an office door (yes--I DID follow the pig!), and started oinking and grunting, pacing back and forth, and rubbing her teeth on the steel door--a well worn 'path' was on the door. And inside--they were cooking stew, and on the floor was a big bowl of pig food. You could not smell any of this from outside the door.
