I want a pig. I have for a long time. My wife and I keep saying that when we get out of our loft, we’ll get a pig.
In the meantime, I drew the pig above. I used a silly Web site that has a terrible UI and claims that you can learn something about your personality by how you draw the pig. That’s a bunch of pig shit, of course, and the only thing you can tell is that you’re the kind of person to draw a pig on a Web site. Still, it’s fun to draw a pig.
My wife points out that I didn’t give the pig any holes in his nose for breathing, and the tail kind of looks like excretion. But she also likes the way I did the mostly hidden trotters.
While writing this post, I’ve found that I like to type the word pig. I’ve done it nine times already pig and I don’t know pig if I can pig stop. pig.
P.S. Pig.