Yesterday I got poked in the back with a pig leg. This sounds really abstract but it is in fact the truth. I was standing in line at the Walmart-esque store getting ready to purchase a few necessities. I was studying my purchases and trying to look like a local when I felt something poke me in the back. I turned to see what was going on when I noticed a ham leg sticking out of the shopping cart behind me. The leg was really pale pink and still had a hoof and little piggy hairs on it; the leg looked at me and seemed to say...."Tag, you're it." Well pig leg I guess games over because you are soon going to apart of a dinner, so jokes on you. Actually here in Spain ham legs are a really big thing to eat. We went into a large open air market the other day and one stall was completely covered with ham legs. As beautiful as they are they smell even better, I think someone should consider making the scent into an air freshener, it could be called "never squeal again." Alright Im sorry, enough with the bad pig jokes. But in all honesty I love Spain! and pigs...but more so when the pigs are alive.
2 comments:
Haha! That's better than me getting swatted by the cow tail in the face!
ah man! A really good ham-leg-cafe just opened here in Spokane. I was going to take you on a date but.......
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