Pifth Bottle

And suddenly, I'm okay. What's with the depressing articles? Trip lang. Bottle number five and I'm alive!

Actually, I just finished having dinner. At ang ulam.... CRISPY PATA! Voila! Anti-depressant!

Ampucha. Crispy pata lang pala ang magpapaligaya sa tao. Maybe we should start breeding pigs with eight feet. So a lot more people would benefit and be happy. One pig knuckle per person. Imagine that! One pig makes eight people happy! Whoever thought that would be the solution to everyone's problems?

I searched the internet and I found out that there's a company somewhere specializing in genetics. They kinda mutate the pigs so that they would have more legs, eight actually -- so that people can enjoy more pig knuckles. I think they've already bred around a thousand. Based on their paper research, texture and taste should be the same and if you tried one you wouldn't know the difference.

But don't worry, they still haven't released this type of pork in the market. Actually, they don't have the slightest idea how they taste. They still haven't tried and tested any of their work personally.

Truth is, they haven't caught any of their creations yet. Kasi sa dami ng paa ng baboy, ambibilis tumakbo.