At the errrr risk of piggybacking your post

But first a disclaimer. Any resemblance to real people is a pigment of your imagination and attempts to make connections is driven by borderline porcine-ality disorder



As Swine flew over the cuckoos nest that is now JPF, he streaked humble and helpful and capable like the Man of Squeel he was.

His sharp eyes and ears and senses first noticed the snoutbreak below, a hamdemic of ills, then hambush after hambush, udder mayham without cows.

Some people ambled aimlessly waiting for the Arporkalypse, wondering if it was worth being a fly in that oinkment.

Other porcines were more or less and mostly shameless in taunting it all as hogwash and creating elevated foundation designs in invisible oink..

Its only redemption he noted was that Howard Q Witless went into the studio and came out swining on a rich rote.

Pawned his axe at Ham Hocks and still wants a shot at hogging the spotlight


Scene 1
Moreorless Shameless, Amblin Aimless and Howard Q Witless walk into a bar.

Two entrances on either side of a large plywood boarded window below a flickering neon sign that says Aarty's Bar & Cement.

As they walk in, Moreorless Shameless makes a beeline for the bar where Aarty is wearing an orange and purple biker shirt that screams Austin Has No Limits.

They start talking and bond over bikes and cement pigment and pulled pork sandwiches and soon they were getting on like hogs and kisses and you just know they will be pen palls

Meanwhile Aimless ambles over to the broken window with Witless.

"What happened to the window" he asks turning toward Aarty who is busy trying not to be boared by Moreorless Shameless's rendition of Swine Lake.

"A rock, a riot, a rat with TDS, and crowds of TDS Trolls are to blame for that" says Aarty wearily.

"I'm tired of people that are not me adding to and being part of this slop machine filled casino of enshittified echo chambers, this Olympigs of bad manners here in this virtual world", he added in a disgruntled entitled pig of the litter voice.

"Ah" says Aimless, now ambling towards a comfortable looking sofa, from which he can formulate his latest Frankenswine outbursts with increased at rest energy

"so a TDS protester broke that window. Shame, looks expensive. Might even", and here he snorted an errr to set up the pun "break the piggy bank"

"Naw", responded Aarty, "I did it myself. I knew it was going to get broken so I thought I'd beat them to the punch"

"Brilliant" cried Witless, ready to sped some of that money from his pawned guitar. "Perfectly logical"



At that the Man of Squeel passed onward and upward to see what was happening elsewhere

No need for acts of philanthropig here.

If writing ever becomes work I think I'm going to have to stop