On 17/9/04, John Forbes, discombobulated, unleashed: >If we're talking money, it's the pigs that bring home the bacon.
Okay, so there's this travelling salesman whose car breaks down right outside a farm. Not having a cell phone (cos his battery ran flat, right! ?!?) he nips up the drive to the farm and hammers on the farmers door to ask if he can use the telephone to call the breakdown truck. The farmer lets this bloke in and while he's on the phone he notices this pig outside trotting around the yard. It seems to be hobbling a bit and in fact our salesman notices that this pig has, in fact, a wooden leg. After he comes off the phone he asks the farmer if that's his pig? The farmer says ooh aaarh yes that be my pig, that be. And so the salesman asks why it has a wooden leg. The farmer waxes lyrical about the pig and tells the salesman how that pig saved his life one day - he was changing a wheel on the tractor and the bloody thing fell on him and so that pig came along and jacked up the tractor, pulled the farmer out from underneath, finished changing the wheel, nursed the farmer back to health, etc etc. Bloody maaaaarvellous pig, that pig. The salesman is impressed but asks again why it has a wooden leg. The farmer beams. That pig's bloody maaaarvellous. Takes the wife and kids to church in Sundays. Comes home and makes the roast lunch. Cleans the house. Does the shopping. Bloody maaaarvellous pig, that pig. Yes I know, but why has it got a wooden leg asks the salesman. The farmer looks quizzical and says well blimey when you gots something that good, you don't eat 'im all at once, do ya? Boom boom. Cheers, Cotty ___/\__ || (O) | People, Places, Pastiche ||=====| www.macads.co.uk/snaps _____________________________
