Your first thought might very well be "That poor husky pig. He's obviously got some issues." And, yeah, sure, it's easy to imagine his childhood—the taunts, the insults, the endless comparisons to his athletic older brother Donald—and the way it warped his view of himself. How it turned him, in fact, into a pig who sees nothing wrong with advertising pork.
So there he is, believing it's all he can aspire to ("Coach Franklin was right about me!"), pointing out barbecued meats with his flyswatter thing (?), and letting himself be the butt of the joke. Again.
What a life. (While it lasts.)
That's probably your first thought.
Then your second thought would have to be, "They did all this for a Chris Farley gag?"This time it's not just us.
Your third thought: "I don't know who I feel most sorry for."
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His flyswatter thing? Really? It's a spatula.
Flyswatter shape + culinary context = spatula.
It's not exactly rocket science.
A wooden spatula, sure.
Held aloft like a wizard's wand.
Very well.
How about the rest of this thing?
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