Pigs Passion


Pig Passion

Pig Writes:

All this talk going around about passion has gotten me thinking. (Well actually it was after Rainman asked me to write a post on it) I never realized before how my passion runs deep for many things in my life. Call me a passionate pig if you will. It’s like Rainman described in his previous post – having passion does give us the drive to strive in our lives. PASSION = MOTIVATION, it is what makes us who we are.

You all know that I have a real passion for BEER. Store bought, home brewed,even other peoples beer, it’s all good! Oh my, my, that all grain elixir, carefully crafted and artistic finished is just heaven in a glass. And beer does so many wonderful things for me too. Beer teaches me how to dance with the ladies, it’s been doing that for years. I’ve been known to cut a really cool rug or two when I’ve had a few beers.

Beer feeds me – there is nothing like an liquid all-grain diet. Don’t believe me? Well then just take one look at my belly. Beer makes me grow tall, I’ve been known to grow as much as 6 feet tall and become bullet proof. Lets not forget that beer is always good with chili-dogs too.

Last but not least, when you have a proper passion for beer, you always have good friends around.

Another passion I have is for single women. I’ve always enjoyed a soft woman who gives me lots of hugs and kisses. Nothing finer than a hot dame with lots of curves to make life interesting. There is one problem with having all that passion for women.

Will you marry me?

With all that loving, all they want (or expect) to do is get married. WRONG, STOP, NO WAY this Pig doesn’t go there. Just get that idea out of your head.

Another passion I have is riding motorcycles (duh, biker pig). Hitting the open road with not a care in the world. There is always new adventure awaiting me over the next hilltop as I am always meeting new people – seeing places I have never seen before and I love returning to old favorites.

Do you know what else I have a passion for? Yeap, that’s right, Cheetos. Man I love those things. I can eat them all day and all night if I had the chance too. Those crunchy little puffs of processed, bad for your health, addicting remnants of food particles all covered in powered cheese. Why the mere thought of spending time in jail and not being able to eat Cheetos all day is enough to make me behave myself.

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Can one passion can fuel another passion completely unrelated? Oh you bet it can. With each adventure we discover we learn to grow

But what if someone has no passion? What is their particular drive? Well, to be honest, I don’t see them having any drive. Without drive, you really have no purpose if life. Stuck living the boring life of a couch potato, watching that idiot box they call television, all the while wishing you had someone else lifestyle.

Lack of passion equals a lack of motivation to improve your quality of life. Having passion is important, it is good for the soul. You feed from it, grow from it. Passion can bring you joy in your life. But you have to be careful with passion. Too much passion for beer and those ladies I dance with become MARRIED ladies with pissed off husbands – with guns even. Too much passion can rob you of wealth or health as it can also be damaging to relationships in your life. So always remember you have to keep your passion balanced.

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Yes, I am a beer drinking, hot women chasing, motorcycle riding, Cheetos eating oinker of a pig. Yeah, OK, so what if I go a little overboard sometimes. It only means that I have passion for those things and I try to live each day to its fullest. But, you know what? If I can make just one person laugh, or at least put a smile on their face during the day, then life is all worthwhile to me

Go do something passionate today.

Ride HARD or Stay Home

Pig

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Words out of my mouth


You Took the Words Right Out of My Mouth

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 Authored by:   Pig

On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat

to the wolf with the red roses?

Will he offer me his mouth?

Yes.

Will he offer me his teeth?

Yes.

Will he offer me his jaws?

Yes.

Will he offer me his hunger?

Yes.

Again, will he offer me his hunger?

Yes.

And will he starve without me?

Yes.

Then does he love me?

Yes.

Yes.

On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat

to the wolf with the red roses?

Yes

I bet you say that to all the boys.

You took the words out of my mouth

Sung By:

Meatloaf

 

Today while everyone was at work, I was left alone in the house with the cats.  Bored out of my mind, I paced around the house with nothing to do.  All the while, I suffered what all of us writers go through-the dreaded writers block.  I had one severe, bad case of it.  Thank God for the internet, there are a lot of blogs out there and a lot of good writers have given their advice on how to break the writers block.  Hoodie Up was my only option since we were out of both Cheetos and Diet Coke in the house.  (I think the cats hid them from me.) 

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I sat there staring at the computer screen with a blank look on my face.

 

I needed some inspiration so I borrowed Ray’s MP-3 player and turned it on.  Yeap, you guessed it, dead battery.  Oh great, just my luck, could this day possibly get any worse?  I found a new battery in the desk drawer, popped it in and started to jam.

 

With the first song on deck I found my inspiration i.e.: this post.

No-I’m not writing about the song, I’m writing about what is in the

song, the first line to be exact. 

It caught hold of me, it pulled me in.  That first line had me from the beginning to the end.  Wow, why can’t I write like that?  With the first line, I found what I was looking for.

 The best pick up line ever.

 I can see it now, no more struggling to break the ice with the ladies. 

It’s bound to work, it has to work.  Oh yes – with that line, she will be putty in my hand hoof.

 But how do I say it? I don’t sound anything like Meatloaf.

Actually, I sound more like Porky Pig.  Ba Deep, ba deep ba dats all folks.

 

Maybe I should I try using a deep voice? Say like Barry White?

I just don’t know what to do here.

 

Ah Ha, I know what to do – it’s time to rally up the troops.  OK people, we need a little help here.  We need to know something.  Does “On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses” work or a pick up line for a Pig like me?  I sure can’t ask the cats for help-they ate all my Cheetos.  I would love to hear from you if you think it will work.  And if you don’t feel it is the right kind of pick up line, could you offer me one that is right? 

 

While I wait for your replies, I think I’ll just go chase the cats around the house.

 

Ride Hard or Stay Home

Pig.