I've a sudden urge to hug a pig today.
My friends gave me that look.
Like what kind of socio-cultural norms do I subscribe to? For some reason, I thought it a perfectly reasonable, very human-being kind of thing to do. What's not to like hugging a pig? They're pink. They're fat. They're cute. They have that little smudge of mud on their noses. If they could talk, they could almost be a nice pet you can take out to for lunch.
