This post could be listed under irishify if, that is, I bothered to explain the title. But I’m not gonna. I’ll save it for some other time. Or you can google. Whatever, its all good. All the time.
Where was I?
Ah yes, pigs. Or, to be more precise, Piglets.
I was never a huge Winnie the Pooh fan growing up. Not that I disliked him and his wacky friends, don’t get me wrong, its just … well if I’d known the expression I would have “meh’d” at them. Course there was that whole psychological testy thing that said that each of the characters represented a certain type of personality.
I suppose I should get back to the point of this whole post, which was brought to my attention by Misty’s blog with a link to a story about the banning of pigs in offices in some place or t’other in the UK.
It comes after a Muslim worker said they were offended by pig-shaped stress relievers delivered to the authority.
Now I’m all for not-upsetting your work-peoples, but come on. How can a little fake pig be offensive. Real pigs, now there would be a problem.
Oh, I love Eyeore (and I don't want to know what it says about me).
And come on, a stress ball?
They banned Porky the Pig as well. Mind you, that fake piggy has a shotgun…
Still laughing at the thought of real pigs running around an office in Dudley btw :lol:
Eeyore was my fav as well Anne. he just had such a positive outlook on life ;)
Pigs with shotguns? maybe as dangerous as those militant bovines
The only kind of ball that I know of that will reduce my stress is one that I can throw at someone. hard. Piglet-ish or not. :twisted: