mighty mouse and porky pig
to my delight, my gorgeous roomate bought a smallish, colour-changing bong the other day. she named it mighty mouse, because *apparently* it packed a punch for such a tiny apparatus. i, of course, didnt believe her, and proceeded to not only get annihilated off one rip, but also somehow singe off the ends of my eyelashes. i shant doubt the power of mighty mouse again.
to my friends’ horror, i decided to porky pig it whilst water skiing yesterday at my buddy’s trailer near peterborough. if the term porky piggin it is confusing you, look at what article of clothing is missing from porky pig…
instead of just a shirt, i had just a life jacket. i feel bad for the family campground we passed.
pictures to follow??