Humans are weird. Strange. Bizarre. I was looking at my ifunny ap on my iPad last night and came across this – Fundies. Really? Humans thought this up and wear these things? To do what? Play Bingo? Shakes piggy head. I don’t get it. For more than obvious reasons of not wearing underwear. Do you? Snorts
My Aunt Tina recently emailed me something frightening – I mean out of this world frightening. So frightening that I should have saved this post for one of my Bacon’s Tales of Terror postings. Deep breaths here.
Here you go – may I present to you what my Aunt Tina found in the Chicago, Illinois area – Choco-Bacon-Bar – piggy down – THUD.
Someone save me. I may need mouth to mouth to resuscitate me. I understand milk chocolate. But milk chocolate with BACON BITS?! Oh dear piggy heavens. I need all my bacon bits. I can’t afford to lose my bacon bits. Someone help a pig out here! It’s not good being on the food chain – squeal!
Enough said? Mommy saw these on line but hasn’t been able to find them in the stores yet. She is foaming at the mouth… literally. I don’t know why. She’s not suppose to be looking at sweets – she’s suppose to be on that four lettered bad word…DIEt. But then again, aren’t the humans *always* on a DIEt?
I have to admit these do look intriguing in purely an educational way. Chocodiles – what a name? Makes me think of my friends Fozzie and Auntie Sharon from down under.
Have you seen these temptations in your store yet? If so, please tell me what they taste like… are they good… are they tempting?… are they worth the effort of putting an APB and BOLO out on the boxes?
Oh dear piggy heavens above. Yep, you read that right. A show on television called Naked and Afraid. I’ve been watching this on my television for a while now. It’s taken me a while to wrap my little piggy brain around the concept. Let me explain that to you so you get why I’m amazed.
A man and a woman sign up for this adventure. Voluntarily might I add – snorts – remember that part. They go somewhere remote in the world. It could be Panama, Fiji, a swamp, the beach, a rain forest or wilderness. They have to survive for 21 days alone. Together. Naked. No water, no food and no clothes. Did you get that? Naked. Two strangers that don’t know each other on their own.
WTP (what the pig?!) I can understand 21 days of survival in a remote place but naked? As in no clothes. Not a stitch of nothing. For all the world to see. A complete stranger. In nature. With bugs, rain, heat, no food, no water, slithery things like snakes, dirt, and yuck. Shivers to mergatroid.
This show comes on the Discovery channel. Have you seen it? If so, thoughts? If not, you gotta see this show. Oh, and let me add there is a small camera crew that follows them around. Of course they can’t help in any way unless there is an emergency but they see you in your birthday suit too.
So, are you going to sign up? Snorts.
Okay I’m late to the band wagon. What can I say. I need to get out more, meet and greet more people. That’s my goal for the rest of the year. Let people know that moi – a mere pig – writes a blog. Today, I noticed some of my friends with 7 weeks of weird in their blog. I went to the source and made a new friend here. I hope she accepts my friendship. This is the neatest idea of 7 weeks of weird well since sliced bread… and peanut butter and jelly. Who can get enough of that combination? Snorts – now I’m hungry. Great.
In today’s 7 weeks of weird, it focuses on “What is the weirdest habit/routine you have?” I can do this. My weirdest habit. Don’t laugh okay. This is something that I’ve never spoke of before. When I eat my food out of my bowl. I have to walk around my bowl while eating in a clockwise fashion. I can’t just stop and eat. I have to keep moving around my bowl. It’s not like the food changes. I just like the action of moving. I think deep down I believe if I keep moving around the bowl (1) that’s exercise and I’m burning calories so I can eat more and (2) the bowl might sprout more food. You never know – snorts.
My weird routine? This one took some thinking. I’ve come up with one that is intriguing and believe it or not, daddy helped me come up with it. In the evenings after dinner, I like to sit on the sofa and cuddle with mommy. I don’t want any help getting on the sofa. I’m a big pig now. I can do it myself. BUT, I can only get up on the left side of mommy – never the right and never jump directly in her lap. It has to be to the left and *I* have to do it myself. If she helps, I will squeal and have a piggy tantrum so loud in protest that the house will shake here at the Hotel Thompson.
So, I hope these are two weird things that you didn’t know about moi – your friendly little pig with a blog. I’m off to take a nap now. Catch you on the downside.