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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