Pig in a Blanket

I lived with Ryan in an apartment on Christman Drive, and next door to us were two typical Ole Miss frat fucks; one interesting thing was that as well as their two dogs they also had a pig who, just like that movie, thought he was a dog, ie “one of the guys.” Whenever I’d pull in the driveway the two dogs would come tearing around the corner of the house, followed about seven seconds later by the pig and his swinging belly as he tried to keep up with the dogs, desperately trying hard to look as pissed off as they did: “What the fuck’s up, guys!??!” Later in the evening I’d see them out in the yard trying to look like street toughs on a stoop, waiting for cars or people to go by for them to heckle, and you knew the pig was Horshack to the dogs’ Barbarino and Washington. Awesome. - XMASTIME