Geez, Carol. Who is this friend of yours, and why has he divulged The Big Secret That Men Are Honour-Bound Never To Divulge?

I'll probably get in trouble somehow for this, but big hairy deal, so here goes:

Regards the pig definition: My guess, and this is just a guess, mind you, is that pig in this sense refers to the, um, baser qualities of this earthbound existence. Yer basic primal urges as motivators. Now I'm no psychologist, but I think that a lot of male behaviour is predicated on the biological need for procreation. Mostly it's buried under layers - codes of conduct, etc., and mostly, too, we're unaware that the 'pigness' is present. I'm no Buddhist, either, but I'll bet you that even an enlightened bodhisatva who has shed the raiments of desire will catch himself thinking not-so-pure thoughts about that woman over there. Like the joke goes - you get a penis and a brain, but you can only use one at a time. (Sorry guys, but I thought I'd use that line pre-emptively.)

Your son is fine and honourable. So am I, and so, I'm sure, are most of the men you know, as are most of the guys on the Mudcat. We prove it every day by doing fine and honourable things, like working in the community, writing beautiful music, and putting the toilet seat down. But we also make fart noises with our armpits, and we enjoy saying the word 'booger', and we like boobies. Yikes, maybe yer friend is insulting the pigs.

This is all hypothetical, of course. If I was a real pig, I'd be over there on one of those other sites.

Music content: there are a penful of pig songs in the song challenge. Also sanglachon songs. The sanglachon is a wild pig-type critter that roams the backwoods of France, invading peoples personal privacy.

Cheers, Bardford