PIGS FEET
I was at this party in Berkeley and a jar of pigs feet was being passed around. Everybody would look at it and go, “Haha, gross” and pass it along to someone else who would go, “Haha, gross.” Until it was passed to my friend Lillian. Instead of going, “Hahaha, gross” she said, “Ewww, no” and then chucked the jar of pigs feet off the deck.
If you’re wondering the day the music died, it was last Saturday. (insert optional clever “when pigs fly” joke here)
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