Muscatine

Pig shit?   No.......Bull Shit!

You must have had this pleasure too then?

Where was your farm sire. I'd guess you are right you're farm was bovine oriented. Perhaps with the gains in the price of cattle you coulsd afford to help out with these losses.

You saw what the Ag dept has done for some of us then?

My bonnet's off to you brother.

Oh yes, the days of pig butts.  Reminds me of that time Robert got up on the bar at the Legion Hall after too many Old Styles and started dancin' the hootchie-kootch, bereft of the benefit of accompanying music on the jukebox.  Ed O'toole, the weekday bartender, told Robert to get his "fat arse" off the bar, but Robert was bound determined to hoof it until the cows, or pigs, came home.  Took 5 burly fellows in bib overalls to haul Roberts backside down from the precarious perch, and Ed 86ed him until January of '89.  I of course was left with the task of removing the boot prints from Roberts best corduroys, and the bruises on his butt stayed for weeks.  Poor Rob......all those years of hauling bacon to the masses, and this is the thanks he gets.  Not fair....not one bit.

You're always there it seems Pork.

Well at least once you get to the other house. I'd wager all those expensive swine anuses you haven't seen one

coughed out your entire life. Here's what you do. Hold your nose, bend way down as though you were on all fours, get a good ole wind worked up and push with all your might, you know, like you were trying to take a real serious baby swiss lodged poop and COUGH! I bet your butt pops right out. If it doesn't well just keep trying. But please have mama film it and post it for us will ya.

Oh yes, please squeal as you did that night at the hall.

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