My neighbor has a potbelly pig, she keeps this pig in her backyard. Often enough this pig gets out from the yard, roams about and then returns to the backyard, which her backyard is across the alleyway.
This morning I was in quite the hurry to play in the snow before the world around became alive with my sexy H3, I did not bother to look if this potbelly pig was in the backyard, I had an aim, nothing around me mattered.
I got into the comfort of my sexy Hummer as he was humming his song of desiring to play, he never says no. I put the gear shift into reverse, without looking for a pig, but only what was important, like the wanna be 4-wheel drive behind me.
Suddenly, I hear this thump underneath, I get out and look what I hit and it was this potbelly pig and he just seemed to be dazed a little, as if he spun out underneath the clearance that is there. I thought, to myself being a woman of accountability I will inform my neighbor what happened later, as I had still yet had an aim, and that was to feel the power of my Hummer, it is similar as to what some may feel on a Harley.
Arriving back home, walking in the door, the phone begins to ring and it is my neighbor, she ranting and raving, not allowing me to get in a word edge wise. I finally, found the chance in getting a word in, I asked her how she found out I hit her pig as every neighbor was still yet asleep. Her reply, "that darn pig squealed on you!"