The hardest farewell

More a diary entry than a blog post this one.

Piggy's funeral today.

Saying a final farewell to the best friend I ever had, despite the fact he was an irritating little ginger cunt, today was the hardest and most heartbreaking experience of my life. It was the first funeral I have ever cried at and also the first funeral I have laughed out loud at.

However, what was far more heartbreaking was having to leave Martin and return home. Tears and tissues and what felt like the longest car journey I've ever had my chauffeur take me on.

I hate goodbyes.........

Goodbyes suck.

Is it wrong?

I've always had a mild but slightly worrying sexual perversion. I can't stop myself from fancying animated women.

It all started at a very early age with Betty Rubble and Betty Boop, but as I grew so did my perversion. Just the thought of getting jiggy with the likes of Betty Boop and Jessica Rabbit kept me warm through my turbulent teenage years. And then along came the new breed of Disney heroine's.....Ariel, Belle, Pocahontas, Mulan etc etc, and my fascination grew.

In recent years, as I have approached middle age I have also found Marge Simpson increasingly arousing. Especially in the more recent episodes.

It's actually a reasonably common problem, but knowing that makes it no less worrying. Particularly considering the latest addition to my animated wanklist. This addition is more worrying because of the fact that this one isn't even an animated human, she's a squirrel!

Feast your eyes upon my latest beau, Sandy Cheeks.

Ok, so she's not too hot in her diving suit - but try telling me this doesn't get your juices flowing.........

Hubba, hubba.......

So, tell me - does it make me a bad person?

'That' podcast......

Not to speak ill of the recently deceased, but somehow that dozy cunt Piggy had managed to delete all of their old podcasts. It wouldn't have been an isolated case, when he hosted my old blog I lost count of the times he managed to delete one or more of my directories!

So now, when his mourning friends and faithful followers are in need of a dose of TazPig style humour and just to hear his squeaky voice again what are we to do?

Well, here are the Smunts to save the day. Yes, after several hours hunting through old files and backup drives we found one! We have blown off the dust, wiped off the cobwebs and dubious crusty stains and present it here in all it's original, unedited glory.

So take a seat, pour a Guinness and grab a box of MJ's tissues and listen to the fuckers rip the shite out of everyone.

Listen to 'that' podcast.

Or, if you want to download it try here.

*EDIT*

Oh, and here's another one!

The queen is dead, long live the queen!

I swear the cunt has kicked the little pygmy ginger bucket on purpose, just to get all of us back on the blogs.

There is nothing I can say here about the passing of my friend that I haven't already said in a dozen other places this week, so I won't.

All I will say is that for years I wondered why Piggy always referred to Tazzy as his superhero. After all, Taz - despite his rugged looks and chunky stature - was softer than a box full of kittens and as camp as a field full of pink tents. Well, I found out why this week, when he sent me a message to keep my chin up and stop blubbing.

This is a man who has just lost the love of his life and he's being strong for me, because I haven't the strength to deal with the loss.

Thank you Tazzy, you're my superhero.

I needed something to make me smile again, and believe it or not making this helped.....

Goodnight Piggy, sweet dreams.

You irritating little ginger, loveable cunt.