Mike Posted:
Linda would have been in heaven! 17 pigs! Fully grown ?
Linda would have been in heaven! 17 pigs! Fully grown ?
This recollection took place on Boxing Day some 30 odd years ago. My dad had a small farm at the time on which he raised chickens, goats and pigs. Barney’s farm was about an hours drive from my place. He called me around 4:00 am on the day after Christmas faking a heart attack and telling me to get out to his farm immediately as he was dying. He concluded our conversation with an exasperating gasp for air and dropped the phone. I knew that he had been on a week long bender with his cohort Captain Morgan but was concerned that maybe… this time…he wasn’t faking. My wicked stepmother (Linda) had fled or been evicted the day prior as she knew that it was inevitable for the "shootin irons" to come out of the closet during any visit from the kindly Captain. I drove all the way out to his place to find his back door ajar. As I entered the house I was stifled by a sickly, sweet aroma that was created by the pig feces that had been deposited throughout the place. What an incredible sight...most of the dirty dishes in the double kitchen sink had been rooted through and broken. The kitchen pantry was open and all of the cereal boxes, bread bags, potato sacks, apples, oranges and anything else edible had been shredded and devoured. Even the garbage under the sink had been scoured clean. Barney’s xmas tree had been knocked down and all of the tinsel and ornaments had been dragged about and smashed all over the living room floor in a trashing that included the presents that had been left there. The pigs were lying all about the house on their sides, fully gorged and content. I started searching for Barney and found him in his room, lying on his double bed (out cold) with a full grown sow lying on the bed next to him. These piggies were about 2 months away from their final ride to that great big sausage factory in the sky. They were almost full grown and some were well in excess of 300lbs. I walked up to Barney and shook him saying: “Dad…Dad..” He opened one eye and looked up at me and moaned: “ Ohhhh…you gotta help me clean this mess up.”
Poop in any form doesn’t mix well with voilodians weak stomach. I was almost vomiting as I walked out the back door and chirped: “Your on your own this time Dad.”
Miqque Posted:
I worked on another show with Alex Trebek
I worked on another show with Alex Trebek
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