If pigs could fly...

...there'd be no case of starvation in this world.
I mean, just THINK about it. ALLLLL you need is a gun. (And probably some shooting skills. I mean, how'd you gonna shoot the pig and kill it if you keep missing, right?)

Scenario: Lone man walking down the street holding a gun, looking disappointed and forlorn.
Man: Ain't no nuttin' to be shootin' nowadays... Those birds are the unedible type!
*Man suddenly spots a pig flying in the sky*
Man: HOLY SMOKIN' RAFTERS!! IMA GET THAT ONE REALLLL GOOD, NOW AM I!
*Shoots at flying pig. Flying pig falls from the sky and lands on the ground with a "whump"*
*Writhing pig letting out oinks of despair and pain*
*Man runs up to pig and grabs its by its curly tail*
Man: JUMPING JANEY JACKRABBITS!!! IVE GOT IT!! ITS LIKE MEAT DROPPIN' OUTTA THE SKY!!!!

and next thing you know.....
Man: Honey! Im home!!! And look what Ive brought for dinner!!!!!!
*gasps of delight and amazement*


After three months.....
Man: ANNNDDDD GUESS WHAT IVE BROUGHT HOME FOR DINNER!!!!
Children *scrunching up their faces and sighing*: Pork again, dad? Can't we eat something else? Say, CHICKEN for example?
Man: And why would we do that when pigs are falling out of the sky? Well, once Ive shot them of course....
Children: Because, DAD! JUST BECAUSE!!!! *grumpily gets ready to cook the bloodied, writhing pig*

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I doubt seeing pigs fly in the sky will amaze me much. I'd probably take a few pictures and post it up on my blog, and that'll be the end of it.
But just imagine!! A flock of pigs! (Well duh i know its NOT a FLOCK of pigs, but you call a flock of birds, a FLOCK of birds, thus when pigs are able to fly, I will automatically recategorize them into the bird section. Hence, a FLOCK OF PIGS OKAY.) Imagine if a flock of pigs were to fly in a hugeeee bunch.....They'd probably block the sun and cause an eclipse. And just THINK about the amount (and size!!) of pig poop falling out from the sky.......

Man. Horror much.

Plus if they were all to perch on a tree, i think a serious uprooting of trees will occur.
Gosh. I'd better get on in life, rather than to sit here and letting my imagination run away with dreadful thoughts of pigs with little Cupid wings oinking joyfully and doing sommersaults in the sky.
Brrrr....



To Victor, dear, Opera rap. ROFLMAOBUCHMBWO!!!!!
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