I was wearing my favorite yellow dress Friday and there was a bit of drinking going on that night (and got pissed at my bf for not buying me cigarettes - was all very dramatic.) and anyways when we got home, was like 5 a.m. and basically just threw the dress on the couch and passed out asap. Well when I got out of my alco coma and took a look around the flat had quite a shock. The pig had been 'playing'. There were tiny pieces of tissue paper everywhere, little wood chips from his indoor restroom thingy and worst of all: my dress, lying limply on the floor. With huge holes torn into it. Poor poor dress, it didn't deserve such a horrid ending..
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