Pigs in a blanket.
They must have been really cold. It is cold outside. Pigs in a blanket. The blanket is really soft. It is cold outside. Pigs in a blanket. It is their little wooby. It is cold outside. Pigs in a blanket. Why are they wrapped in cotton? Forty-five degrees. Pigs in a blanket. I walked just a few blocks down. Not in a blanket. Pigs in a blanket. They all must get over it. It is almost spring. Pigs in a blanket. They must love this warm weather. And then they can fly. Pigs can fly, you know. One time, I saw a pig fly. It was brilliant. Pigs in a blanket. I'm talking about the food. GOT EEEEEM. HA HA HA.
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