Pearls Before Swine by Stephan Pastis for July 30, 2018

Now Pigita will know you’re lying.

tacos (talk is) cheap

You are the wind between my cheeks!

Compared to Pigita? Tacos definitely win.

The wind beneath my wings? I"ll use that when pigs fly.

They say the way to a man’s heart is though his stomach – Pig’s stomach is his heart!

“How do I love thee? Better than tacos!”(Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s first draft)

Chimichangas.

With Nacho Cheese.

The Anglo kids when I was growing up would do “Roses are red, violets are blue”. The Hispanic kids had their own beginner’s love poem:

I love you once.

I love you twice.

I love you more

Than beans and rice.

Cajun.

You are the wind beneath my cheeks.

That’s the way – be true to yourself, Pig.

How did that song by “Jennifer Lopez” on South Park go? “You almost make me forget about Tacos!”

Are we talking soft or crunch tacos?

“You are better as tacos – mmmm, carnitas!”

Since Pig is left handed, he probably has more artistic talent than what he wrote. But it is hard to write on an empty stomach. Hence, the tacos are necessary.

So depending on where he acquires said tacos, is he saying she’s better than something that can at worst give him explosive diarrhea? If so…I agree with Rat. Stick with trite.

Wasn’t that a Japanese horror flick, “Tortilla’s Revenge”? The monster stuffs itself with Tokyo. No cheese, though.

BLT = Bacon, Lettuce Taco.

Tell her she’s better than Torchy’s tacos and she’ll know you really love her.

Deep-six the whole letter-thing, Pig! Pigita is not worth it. Pigita must go!

(And, if I had my druthers, I’d un-die Sweet Fanny, a true friend to Pig!)

It’s time for a taste test. Pigita, hop on the stove.

This is why you find a balance between someone else’s words and your own.