Could someone you know secretly be… a pig? Eager to take over our human homes and lives, pigs have learned how disguise themselves as humans! They walk like us, they talk like us — they even eat like us! And only when they think they’re alone will they shed their costumes and relax in their true form. Don’t believe me? Here’s photographic proof! What more do you need? Wake up before it’s too late!
Aw, don’t wake him up!
I know at least 30-50 feral hogs who come into my yard when my small children are playing on a regular basis!
So – WHAT HAPPENS? Your comment is a cliffhanger!
This is a reference to a recent bit of spontaneous comedy over on Twitter. Here’s an explainer:
https://www.vox.com/future-perfect/2019/8/6/20756162/30-to-50-feral-hogs-meme-assault-weapons-guns-kids
Ahh man, that just sent me into a fit of giggles. It is such a strange, alarming image feral pigs vs children. And then bullets flying..”Duck kids!” I needed that emotional release.
I was half thinking this post was a sideways reference to the feral pigs meme, but perhaps I was mistaken.
Nope, not mistaken, I was inspired by it a little bit, yeah. 😀
Referring to those feral hogs as an invasion isn’t anti-porcine at all! (/snark)
Thank you. Never heard of any of this. I read through most of the article, at first believing it was satire. But no – this is America where satire is no longer possible.
I once worked with a husband and wife who bragged that their potbelly pig (who lived inside and used a litter box) didn’t smell at all – then I went to their house for a party and believe me, you could smell that critter from like half a block away. In spite of that, I’d love to have a pig because they do have awesome personalities and they’re very intelligent.
Sounds like one of those “you’ve gone noseblind” commercials for Febreeze.
Exactly!!
I remember visiting my brother-in-law in England – he was a gentleman farmer – a pig farmer. He would go out in the morning to do pig stuff and come back for breakfast just as I was coming into the kitchen for same and oh, my heaven, there was definitely eau de swine in a big way wafting through the kitchen. Not for the uninitiated is breakfast under those circumstances.