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this lil piggy went insane There's a pig being hacked to my pieces in my backyard. I repeat, there's a pig being hacked to pieces. Right now. Karaoke parties I can take. Church lame-ities I can suffer. What I can't handle is when my house is turned into the friggin' meat market! They can stick this whole Cultural Difference bullshit up their ass (or the pig's ass!) but I don't want –any- of it. What I want is to come home to a "Honey I'm home" home--what I want is "reading by the fireside" and "cookies with lemonade"--what I don’t want is a friggin' public house! There's gotta be a law against pig picking, there's just got to be! I'll go find it. Yes, I'll do that. You know, after telling me to be proud of my cultural heritage, they go out and find ways to make it really fucking hard. 09.21.02 - 1:52 p.m.
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