I’d just like to point out that these pigs are fluorescent, not luminescent.
That is to say, they’re black light pigs – not glow-in-the-dark.
I don’t know if that makes them more or less creepy.
Yes. The pork chops from these pigs are better suited for a rave then a 10 year old slumber party.
I have a mental image of a pig in a red & white striped, floppy, “Where’s Waldo” hat.
I have a mental image of a pig in a sleeping bag, with record albums strewn around the floor.
I have a mental image of a pig in a pan, as bacon.
I’m hungry.
I have a mental image of a sausage on a string, whirling around and around.
You mean a pig-roarer?
You mean a pig-roarer?
Nah, a pig-sticker.
Last night I had a mental image of a day-glo pig, rolling on E, with a couple of lightsticks, sucking on a pacifier and doing the raise-the-roof business and shouting “wooot-woot” in the voice of Babe.
I had a hard time getting to sleep.