And This Little Piggy Hopped On The Bar-B

Ah yes, the annual biker pig roast. A fun event filled with prizes, home cooked goodies, and yes, bikers.

Things started out slow, what with the rain and the township guy pumping out the porta-potty. That was somewhat nasty I must admit. But, eventually, the smell cleared and I continued to blame my brother for the stench.

The food was amazing. The salads and stuffing were probably the best part, with the piggly wiggly coming in a close second. Mmmm. Of course that's just for main course prizes. The deserts were plentiful and delicious.

Finally the prize giveaways took place. Of course my father made the rule that any woman who won had to give him a hug to claim her prize...and any man who won was to give the ticket to his wife or significant other if possible. Alas, I had neither my wife nor my significant other present, so my dad had to settle for a handshake from me. He still could have attained a Guinness record for most hugs given at a pig roast I imagine. I claimed a nice coffee thermos. As a student and a computer technician I must say, coffee is good.

Things pretty much cleared out after that. That usually happens once the stage for nasty comments and sexual innuendo dies down. I mean, what fun can one have without sexual innuendo? Honestly?

Anyway, I packed up and headed for home with a full belly and a nice thermos. What more could I really ask for?