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The Three Little Pigs Get Wasted


Once upon a hangover,

there were three pigs partial to partying.

One was Sigmund. He enjoyed beer.

On was Vlad. He enjoyed Vodka.

One was Tony. He enjoyed wine.

Everything was happy.

 

Together they were drinking their respective beverages together in a tavern.

After their fifth straight drink,

Tony suggests to the group

“let’s start drinking some water to counteract the effects of a hangover, okay?”

 No one else in the group likes Tony’s idea.

They make fun of him for it.

All but Tony is happy.

 

Tony stops drinking wine

Drinks water

Sigmund and Vlad enjoy their beer and vodka.

They have another.

And another.

And another.

All but Tony is happy.

 

The next morning

Sigmund can’t see straight

Vlad’s head hammers like a hammer that hammers

Tony feels fine.

Tony feels

Tony is happy.

 

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