I was driving my wife’s 80 year old aunt through a blinding snowstorm in the dark. She had lived in California for 60 years, and I was worried she was freaking out.
Then all of the sudden she said, “I haven’t had this much fun since the pigs ate my little brother!”
I’ll have to remember that saying. Sounds like she was not having a good time driving through that snow storm.
So, did a pig really eat her little brother?