I don't believe we have yet discussed my extreme desire to own and love a tiny tiny pig. Whoa whoa WHOA, don't get all judgy and "what the crap are you talking about?!" on me. Hear me out. Tiny pigs are hilarious. There's nothing that irritates me more than the women who walk around with their tiny little genetically modified dogs' heads sticking out of their Louis Vuitton. However, imagine if that woman was me and it was my non-LV bag, and what you saw poking out was this!
I luuuuuurve tiny pigs. I have no idea what their purpose is other than to entertain me, and accompany me to the grocery store, where I will feed them grapes and banana nut cheerios sneakily as I shop.
I mean seriously, how can the universe deny me this?
you little scamp.