Resin pig stolen from barbecue stand
Tuesday, September 8th, 2009
You just know this will end in resin bacon. Sad.
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LAST SEEN IN A BACK-TO-SCHOOL OUTFIT
T-shirt
Backpack
Beanie
5 feet long, 3 feet high
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You just know this will end in resin bacon. Sad.
X

LAST SEEN IN A BACK-TO-SCHOOL OUTFIT
T-shirt
Backpack
Beanie
5 feet long, 3 feet high
No Comments
You have to hoof it … oops, hand it to this animal sanctuary near Los Angeles. As wildfire moved in this week, the residents were moved to an evacuation center all ready and waiting for them. Nice!
On top of being organized, there’s a regular stream of Hollywood visitors. I wouldn’t mind a scratch behind the ears from Alicia Silverstone.
Just looking ahead … I wonder if they take retirees from industry as well as from farming?

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Maybe you’ve seen pictures of the singer wearing an outfit made of Kermit the Frogs.
Finally, here’s an article where the hot-tempered Miss Piggy comments about it.
Plus we learn what’s in her own closet! Unbelievable!

Pig image © Eric Isselée – Fotolia.com
Frog image © alle – Fotolia.com
New Pig sits about an hour and a half above the Mason Dixon Line, the divider between the North and the South, which I remember largely because of the old Bugs Bunny cartoon where Yosemite Sam is a Confederate soldier who won’t let Bugs across the Line.
This came to mind when I realized there are some things we won’t feature on this blog even if they involve bacon. We’ll nix them. They cross the line. So call it the Bacon Nixin’ Line.
We’ve featured the cholesterol timebomb called the Bacon Explosion …

We’ve featured the bacon-powered blowtorch …

We’ve featured bacon shoes.

We’ll even toss in a gratuitous shot of McDonald’s new Bacon & Cheese Angus Third Pounder, which debuts on my calendar this weekend. (wipes away drool)

But we won’t feature this beyond letting you know it exists.
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Now’s the perfect time to offer immortal dialogue from the best miniseries of all time:
Gus McCrae: You know how it works, Jake, you ride with an outlaw, you die with an outlaw. I’m sorry you crossed the line.
Jake Spoon: I didn’t see no line, Gus. I was just trying to get through the territory without getting scalped, that’s all.
Sheesh, I guess it never occurred to anyone that pigs can swim.
Here are just a few of the cheesy comments on a page that featured the photo below (taken by Vince Lauro for a contest).
“Related to Chicken of the Sea?”
“Swine cooler”
“When pigs fly … but when pigs swim?”
“Salt pork”
“Bay of pigs”
“Hog paddle”
Come on. I suppose you also think we don’t climb trees.

P.S. Here’s another kind of sea pig.
“Love it or hate it, you remember it.”
You’ll hear those words in this MSNBC story about a company with an unusual name.
New Pig? Not in this case, though all of the above apply.
Many Piggers admire this other company and watch it with interest. Its original name was HVLS Fans, but it became much better known as … something else.

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Ah, county fair season.
I’m leaving work early today—right after a Pigalog® photo shoot—to find me a ferris wheel and some Deep-Fried Oreos.
In Kansas, that is. My nephew’s working the Douglas County Fair.
Below is some video of him last year in Virginia. He’s the one who’s called “lively” and is slathered with Wesson and then surrenders to the little girl.
Yes, surrendered to. He knew which cutie he wanted to catch him from the moment all those kids flooded through the gate. You’ve heard of a swan dive? What you see in this video is a swine dive.
Last week Cakes.com created the biggest cupcake ever (151lbs.) and displayed it at the Mall of America. They decided not to hack it up for mall patrons because most pieces would lack frosting. Instead, they shipped it to a pig farm.
Don’t get any ideas, Fruitcakes.com.
Happy 120th Birthday today, Wall Street Journal! If not for pigs, you wouldn’t exist.
Whoa, whoa, this isn’t a rant about capitalism. It’s about the origin of the name “Wall Street.”
By some accounts,* early settlers of Manhattan Island grew tired of free-roaming hogs trampling their grain fields and built a long wall to keep them out. The street that eventually bordered this wall became—you guessed it—Wall Street.
Whaddya think of that, Rupert Murdoch!
*Other accounts say the name comes from a stockade wall built as a defense against Native American tribes. Don’t believe ‘em.

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