Hello there fellow porkers. After my sudden departure from my last place of employment (See "My Bosses Leave Town For a Week") I indicated that I intended to find a new job deep within the crusty bosom of a large, faceless corporation, eschewing the outright slavery that one is almost always subjugated to when working in a ma and pa shop for the glories of employee break rooms, downtown office buildings, and vending machines. Since I no longer have to spend my workday trying to appease a megalomaniacal CPA cum gym bitch or his fake-titted, thrice-married golddigger of a wife, I've had the excess brain power to turd out the following idears:
Captain Cochon's Piggyland!
How about a wonderful new theme park dedicated to all that is pig? Can you imagine what the attractions at this place would be like? Holy shit. Feel free to throw out some ideas in the comments section. And I know what you're thinking. This is basically what Las Vegas already is. Which leads me to...
The First Annual International Drunken Pig Convention
Of course Vegas is the perfect place for the First Annual International Drunken Pig Convention. I was thinking sometime in February. Anyone game? I'll make T-shirts...
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I'll organize the Tom Bukkake Social and the Slop-Eating Contest.
Wow, I really like the way "First Annual International Drunken Pig Convention" looks on the page there. It's so official. I'm going to jack off now.
But isn't Phil dead or something?
No, you're dead.
Ooooh, deep.
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