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To: Crocodile who wrote (39186)	10/5/1999 4:39:00 PM
From: Gauguin	Respond to of 71178

It's hard to think of hogs anymore without thinking of their chewy ears and the ear remover, isn't it? It's not like a stain remover. As a lad, I hitch-hiked from Utah to Oregon, in say 1791, oops 1971, and in Eastern Oregon near Enterprise, I was let out by a truck next to a pig......pen. With about two or three thousand pigs maybe. It was THE ONLY THING there. There was POOP everywhere. And puddles of peed on poop, I think. All BOILING in the HOT and STILL and THICK desert air. Fermenting. Anerobically, aerobically, claustrophobically. It was also the longest time I ever, EVER had to wait for a ride. It was like the worst four hours of my young life. Your nose is supposed to adapt to anything. Eventually. Eventually, as far as pigs go, is longer than four hours. I still remember exactly what the place looked like; through searing, watery, wilting eyes. "O pig stink! Thou art foul!" How do you keep pigs from smelling? Cut off their noses. (After the ears.)