At least, I believe them to be pigs. The first one might possibly be a dog. Or it could be a pig-dog, or “pog,” which would have to be the single messiest animal on the planet, besides a teenager.
Look at its face. It’s having existential doubt. Isn’t that sweet?
Although if I didn’t know if I were a pig or a dog, and were made of chewing gum, I’d probably look a little dubious myself. I’d have great unanswered questions for the Maker. “I know you made me special, because I’ve got your fingerprints all over me, and momma said ‘God don’t make no trash.’ But I’m at Goodwill, so now I’m not sure, because they’re selling an empty ‘Cuervo Gold’ bottle and a cardboard box, and I’m pretty sure thatÂ is trash. Also, did god make no pogs?”
I’m starting to really enjoy “bottles with heads on.” It’s becoming a thing for me. And I particularly like this one. Because nothing says “store edibles in me” like screwing a pig down on top. No matter how sincere and aval it is (of or pertaining to grandparents, if you must know), it’s still basically a pig, and a pig just screams “drink me. And open the next bottle, drink it too.”
Cowboy gonna rope him a grandpig! Yeehaw!
I don’t normally get humans in the shot, but that guy looks a bit like he’s going down housewares to find a chassis for his new death ray.
Pigdog from Goodwill on 2222 and Lamar, Grandma pig from GW on Manchacha and Lamar, Austin
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I’ve given up asking why.
The answer, generally, is “pork products.” Try it out at your next job interview. Say it lovingly.