I have acted like a pig.
I have eaten like a pig.
I have EATEN a pig.
I like Miss Piggy.
I have an all-time favorite movie about a pig.
I have an all-time favorite book about a pig.
I've been to football games where they toss around a pig skin.
I used to be married to a man who behaved like a pig. (Sorry, pigs everywhere, that wasn't fair.)
(Not my actual first husband. This guy looks much nicer, is a snappier dresser, and probably never held a loaded gun on his wife - and that's not even what I divorced him for!)
I have wished we had a store named "Piggly Wiggly" just because it's fun to say.
I have even played, "This little piggy went to market" (but I didn't actually eat the toes).
However, I have never, nor do I now, want anything to do with THIS pig.
