The first thing I read as I sit down to eat tonight is that a man was devoured by wild pigs and that the only thing they spit out was his dentures.  Bones, veins, marrow, gizzards, jawbones — all good eatins — but dentures don’t please the palate.

Early today I spoke of the corkscrew cock of the hog (someone tells me ducks carry these weapons as well) and now the space/time continuum has wrinkled again to bring me this news.  Coincidence?  Yes, in the context that all is happening concurrently.

Remember, if attacked by wild hogs, you’re best off if your body parts are false.  Aviva, take note.  I just hope no corkscrew raped this poor Oregonian.