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There was a certain amount of advertising going on during the race, which had by this point become
more like a parade than anything else, since anyone who was interested in RUNNING was long past...this
puffy-lookin' pig was apparently making an efort to raise awareness in a barbecue restaurant. I've always
wondered though, why would a pig want to advertise a restaurant that serves...pig? What animal
scampers around shrieking, "Eat my flesh! Eat my flesh!" Apparently, pigs do.
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