I walked my dog, Fred down third street, and by a guy sitting on some steps, drinking a bottle of bagged wine (I dunno... muscatel, maybe?) and he looked me straight in the eye and said, "Damn... Thash about the ugliest pig I ever shaw..."
Well, I reeled around and snapped back, "I'll have you know this is a Balooki Camari! A Westminister winner of the Dog show there!"
He slurped down another splash of .. whatever..., and says, "I was talking to the dog! Shtop being sho rude and interpping. interopyicing. intjectorying. butting in."
