A man had an urge to French kiss a pig’s butt. It came upon him one day at the State Fair as he passed the livestock pens. A corndog in his hand and the smell of manure in his nostrils, he saw some pigs, saw their butts, and thought, I’d really like to kiss those pigs’ butts.
It wasn’t until later in the day when he was buying a raffle ticket (the prize, a brand new car) that he was struck by the disturbing strangeness of his thinking. Why would he want to do that? Why would he want to put his Read the rest of this entry →