We went to the county fair yesterday- a pig peed on my leg.
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This mildly infuriated me and I felt the need to share my mild infuriation.
I can't blame the pig. It was just being a pig. I can't blame the way they have the pens set up, that's for the benefit of the pigs. I can't even blame myself because I wasn't even looking in that direction when it happened.
I want someone to pin fault on, damn it! I need closure! I had to wait until my daughter was done on the rides to get a shower and someone needs to pay!
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You could blame yourself for not looking in that direction. 🤷
I'm not psychically attuned to peeing pigs!
And now you are - life is mysterious and absolutely wonderful sometimes!
Not with that attitude