You guys, Sexy Pig has a story and she’s almost ready to share it with the world. If you’ve subscribed to this blog, this is the last post you’ll receive from Jenny.

Get ready to meet (your) Sexy Pig.

You know how sometimes you have a silly idea and you know it’s silly and part of you is like, “But really… should I do this?” but most of you is like, “Oh, hell yes, you HAVE to do this!” So you do, and it’s amazing because you get to make strangers laugh and smile with minimal effort. Like, literally, you are just walking down the street and people are instantly happier (alright, sometimes instantly confused, but mostly happy) and you’re happy too because, well, you’re wearing this:

There was…

“Mommy, it’s Miss Piggy!”
“THAT is NOT Miss Piggy.”

… contrasted by a woman asking me to hop in a picture with her group of similarly young and impressionable humans.

There were requests to see who was underneath. There was Tebowing. There was an instance of mild groping. There were hecklers who were flashed and then, due to applause, mooned, and then, due to more applause, given a preview of what’s to come: dancing.