Every issue of Sports Illustrated has a brief quote titled Sign of the Apocolypse, a humorous but true sports news item that makes you wonder--have we gone too far? In that spirit, I present the first installment of Sign of the Farmpocalypse, because I just can't make this stuff up.
I couldn't see because there was pig milk in my eye.
- Husband desribing his nightime duties as midwife to our sows (mother pigs) and how he got a teat-ful in the face when he was checking to see if the sow was ready to nurse pigs.
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