Once a good old boy from Georgia decided he’d try his hand at raising hogs so he got himself two beautiful sows, big ones, and they had such personality too.
About four months passed and the guy thought he’d got the hang of tending hogs and was finally ready so he called up this buddy of his who had a champion boar and made a date for his sows. Just a sawbuck per pig.
They didn’t want to get in the back of his truck, but he got them there and introduced them to their boar.
“How do I know if it took?” he asked his friend.
“Tomorrow morning if they’re sunbathing it took. But if they’re wallowing in the mud bring them right back ... with another sawbuck apiece for my time.”
The next morning they were wallowing and again they didn’t want to get in the truck but when they got to that boar they seemed happy.
The next morning they were wallowing again and this was getting expensive. With no fuss they got up in the back of his truck and once there a wild piggly orgy commenced.
The next morning the good old boy didn’t want to look so he sent his wife to look for him.
“Were they wallowing again?”
“No.”
“You mean they were finally sunning themselves?”
“No, they’re in the cab of your truck pounding on the horn.”
... I tell this story mainly to show what’s funny when talking livestock is anything but when talking people.
Pigs smarter than their farmer, too. Ha!
Smart pigs they got a lesser species to give them free food. Free rent. Free transport. And paid- for sex orgies, too. Where do I signup?