The Gloves Aren't Off...Yet

Howdy, Piglets. This Pig is happier than ever, thanks to his sweet lady who phoned just minutes ago to ask him if he likes lasagna! Yes, she cooks! She's coming over tomorrow to bring me a tray of her famous lasagna topped with crumbled bacon. Crumbled bacon! Is this a sign? Could she be the one? Oh my cholesterol levels!

She likes the occasional sinful food but makes up for it by practicing Pilates and running four times a week. She wants me to run with her next week! She loves the outdoors, she says. A girl after my own heart! Can't wait to run after, I mean, run with her. *Must suppress naughty thoughts*

So I've got her and my WoW Gold Pig sales to keep me happy and Zen.

BUT!

But that doesn't mean the Pig has forgiven the other camp! *Snorts, grunts* Just because the Pig is "keeping still" (or whatever those yoga peeps call it) doesn't mean he's taking all that lying down. No, sir, that would be like Pig-casso, I mean, Picasso forgiving the forger who copied his painting and made money out of the fake one. Unforgivable!

This crime is NOT going unpunished! This is war!

I'm also getting good at Photoshop. :D Picasso would have approved.

The Pig's Got The Fever

We can't always be playing World of Warcraft every waking moment. That'd be suicide.

And suicide's lame. Take this kid for instance.

So when I'm not rubbing elbows with Thrall in Orgrimmar or shooting hoops with Arthas in Northrend, I do a lot of other stuff too.

Like getting inebriated.

Of course, getting shitfaced doesn't always end well.

Exhibit A: Waking up in a stranger's house with a lampshade on my head.

Some of the other dudes at WoW Gold Pig do stuff like skateboarding, or free running. They also jam with their bands or something. But we all can porkin' agree on one thing:

We've got the fever for chicks.

Hotties. Mamacitas. Oh yeah.

We love them a LOT. In fact, we have a collective visual shrine in honor of the lovely ladies.

No, it isn't a porno stash. Don't insinuate.

Anyway, I was browsing YouTube today and totally ran out of offensive video clips to forward to my gramps.

Switched to Imeem and listened to this old favorite...thought I'd post it as a tribute to all the ladies I've loved.

Fever - Ray Charles and Natalie Cole