This little piggy went to market ….
This little piggy stayed home ….
This little piggy had roast beef ….
This little piggy had none ….
This little piggy went “wee, wee, wee” all the way home
“Hey! You’s got something wrong with you boy. You’s only got five piggies. Where’s the one that shagged his sister after running home?”
“I know boys. Lets take the pretty one with the long blonde hair into the back room and see if we can get him to squeal like a pig.”
Or so the story goes. As you might have guessed, we have landed somewhere well …. lets just say somewhere that’s not got a lot of diversity in the gene pool. After an endless day’s driving, we just ended up stopping at the first place we found which probably wasn’t the smartest thing to do, but it all builds character as they say.
The good news (for me anyway) is that I was once again able to pull my knob in the shower. It appears that I was incorrect in my assessment of the shower in the previous nights lodgings as Hog did the smart thing and called reception to find out how to make the shower work. Apparently it is of knobless design. Rather than pulling one’s knob, one has to tug sharply downwards on the spout. I guess I’ll find out if we end up staying in another motel with similar shower design.
Back to the trip and I’ve been taking at least one photo in each State that we’ve passed through which was a little challenging yesterday as we didn’t stop anywhere except for McDonalds and gas stations. Regardless of my pleadings to stop and take pictures of some great birds that we passed, the drivers decided to just press on. Now, for the most part the roads are just lined with bill board after bill board advertising fast food, gas, fireworks or porn. Our brief stint into Nebraska did, however, yield a different sign:
I’m sure there’s a serious message here, but it does invoke an automatic reaction of “no shit, Sherlock!”
I think I’ll stick to pulling my knob in the shower.
