Hi. My name is Dio and it haz bin too long cinse I wroted a guest column.
I waunt to tell yew a storey. See, dere were these 3 pigs and dey all waunted to bild howses. The furst too pigs they dent waunt to werk hard so dey bilded their howses wif no bilding purmits or anyfing! They useded subpar matereals lik hay and stix.
The last pig he fallowed the rulez and got inspecshuns and purmits and he useded brix! His howse tooked a long time to bild. The uther pigs were all watching dere big skreen TeeVees and drinkin beers and dey made funs of da last pig. Finalwe the last pig got his howse all bild.
Then this big bad wulf comed up--a wulf is wik a dawg but wif pointee-er teef! This wulf he had azz-ma wik my mom doz becuz he hufted and pufted. He hufted and pufted so much dat the furst too pigses howses fell down! Dey falled rite down.
The furst too pigs dey stayed in da howse made of brix and they did nawty things wik clogging up da toylet, leaving beer kans eberywhere, brokened the washen masheen, rekked the car, and leaved trash eberywhere.
The moral of dis storee is that there will allwayz be sumbodie who dont wanna fallow the rulez and dew fings the EZ way. Then they will expeck a bail out from da rest of us who doed fings rite. Then they will go on to rooen all the nise fings we have.
The Fine Print: The other moral to this story is don't hire lazy pigs for construction jobs. And, no, the balloon has nothing to do with the story. Sometimes a balloon is just a balloon. Card stuff by Club Scrap.