Exorcist pig

I'm sure this was fueled by my subconscious trauma after dealing with the pig from hell from my surgery last week, but the movie playing in the theatre of my mind starred a giant hydrocephalic pig which kept appearing in a lake where Topher and I were doing a summer vacation with our respective families. Think Alien crossed with Porky Pig. With blue eyes (I don't know either.) At one point the lake turned into boiling oil and we thought we had killed it (mmmmm, suckling pig, I hear you all thinking. No, smartasses, this is the exorcist pig and it could not be turned into yummy strips of fatty crackling goodness by mere mortal forces)but then the bubbles subsided, the lake turned back into water and the exorcist pig rose from the waves like a really ugly Venus, blackened and angrier than ever. Topher was running around attempting to put its eye out with a high-pressure fireman's hose while trying to save his mother from going into hysterics and generally being all Shia La Bouef from Transformers. I was doing something wacky with a spear.

I woke up with a strong desire not to eat pork again for a while. Oh, and a craving to see Topher and watch B-grade movies.