For Auld Lang Swine

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I dub thee... LADY PIG.

Or PIG BUG.

Or MISS BUGGY.

Or... Bob.

Yeah, I like Bob.

Thanks to Katya A. for keeping it ladylike. And also for the excuse to post that picture of Miss Piggy. ("Hiiiii-YAH!!")

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P.S. I collect ridiculous phone cases, and thought some of you might appreciate my latest find:

Peach Piggy Butt Phone Case

The butt is 3D and squishy soft and would make an EXCELLENT gift for your best friend, because she's weird like that. :D

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And from my other blog, Epbot:

Stop And Smell The Clichés

Normally I avoid clichés like the plague.

Still, when it comes to buying a cake, sometimes you've got to grab the bull by the horns.

(Just don't grab the other end.)

See, I'll bet you dollars to donuts:

... that some of you are going to get wrecks.

You may think you have all your ducks in a row:

(or maybe to be rowed...)

... but let's face it: There's a good chance the baker's ...

... a poo ant short of a picnic.

And they might get your cake ...

... bass ackwards.

I mean, does a bear ...

 ... sit in the woods?

(Aw, Pooh.)

;)

Look, you're probably never going to get the baker to eat crow:

So don't make a tempest in a teapot!

(Actually, don't make anything in this teapot.)

After all, you've still got a cake, and maybe the manager will mark it down.

So rather than look a gift horse in the, uh ...

... gaping mouth nozzle of despair?

... just enjoy your cake.

I think Shakespeare put it best:

"That which they call a rose by any other name...

"... still looks like meat."

Thanks to Scott D., Deanna C., Laura M., Wolfie W., Anna M., Autumn J., Reba S., Jesea J., Lana H., and Maria V.  for letting us have their cakes and read them, too.

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P.S. If you need a drink after those cakes, then I have JUST the game for you:

"These Cards Will Get You Drunk" Party Game

And since I have the constitution of a dizzy squirrel, I propose an alternate version where instead of drinking we eat whoopie pies. Any seconds?

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And from my other blog, Epbot: