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ASK A PIG!
Special Swine Flu Edition

ILLUSTRATION by LUKE MCGARRY
Dear pig: Over the weekend, my ex-boyfriend popped a few too many High Lifes and drunk-texted me. He wants to get back together. But here’s the thing: He eats meat—like, would chug bacon fat if he could—and I’m vegan. I love him (Lost hasn’t been the same) but in light of all this madness, I’m concerned for my health. Can vegans catch swine flu from meat-lovers? Is there any protection we can use?
Vegetable Adoring Gardener
Dear VAG:
I’m no expert on this, but according to Wikipedia, it seems that once your boyfriend brings me home from the grocery store, all he needs to do is cook me “properly.” If he resists pigging out—sorry, snort—on my raw insides, you should be fine. Also, two words: Ribbed and lubricated.
Dear pig: You swine are all the same. You’re lazy, you roll around in the mud and you’re so fat I swear your bellies all touch the ground. (No wonder you’re so cheap.) Now, you’ve gone after our wives and children. Can’t you leave us alone? What gives, pig?
Perpetually Going for Carnal Knowledge
Dear PGFCK:
Fat, of course. Messy, maybe. But we must not be that lazy—it takes a lot of energy to bag your women. And don’t think we’re sparing you, hombre—I have an uncle who’d love to meet you.
Dear pig: What’s the deal with restaurants using logos of animals happily eating themselves? I don’t want to see a pig chowing on its own ribs.
Curious About Barbecued Animal Logos
Dear CABAL:
Thanks for the concern, but this is actually something that I’d like to see at every restaurant. The pork lobby can film all the commercials it wants about “the other white meat”—bite it, dolphin—but nothing is quite as powerful as a fat, sweaty hog so aware of its own deliciousness that it can’t help but carve itself up. In fact, I’m eating myself right now.
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