Hey, Pig. “Don’t you ‘hey, Pig’ me, you four-flusher! I’ll pistol-whip you with my switchblade!” That’s called stabbing, Pig. “Aw, you know the ol’ Pig ain’t gonna stick ya: just slice a lil bit.” Don’t do that, please. “If you insis’ on being such a fancy-lad, then: all right. No knives.” Thanks, Pig. Nice bike. … Continue reading Victorian