There was a farmer with a prize pig...

I got the links put in my last entry, just in case anyone was interested. On the other hand, you�re all probably wanting to hear the story I told at my dad's funeral, right? If you've heard it before, you don't have to stay:

A farmer is awakened one night by the grunting and squealing of farmyard animals, and looks out the window in time to see his prize pig being bundled into the back of a pick-up truck by two burly men. He quickly alerts the police who assured him they will set up road blocks immediately. Meanwhile, the two men in the truck are driving down the highway when they see the police cars stopped up ahead. In a fit of desperation, they pull the pig into the cab propped up between them with the driver's coat wrapped around it and the passenger's hat pulled down low over its snout. They stop at the road block and a policeman peers into the cab, shining his flashlight into their eyes.

"Hey, you fellas, have you seen two guys with a pig?" the policeman asks.

"Nope," replies the driver.

"You, driver, what's your name?" demands the officer.

"Ralph McGregor."

"And you in the middle, what�s yours?"

"Rhoinx mgrkz," squeals the pig.

"And you, on the other side," the officer asks the passenger.

"Bill O'Reilley," answers the other pig thief.

"All right then, you can go. But if you see anything suspicious, call it in, will you?" says the policeman as he switchs off the flashlight and sends them on their way.

As the pickup truck drives out of sight, the one policeman turns to his partner and says, "You know that guy in the middle, that Roink McGurk? My god he had a face only a mother could love!"

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