Sometimes greatness just isn't built to last.
It was just a few short weeks ago that we were being treated to amazing headlines like this:
A Rampaging Australian Pig Drank 18 Beers And Got In A Fight With A Cow
There was a pig, you see. In Australia. And he drank 3/4 of a case of beer. And got in a fight with a cow (as one does after drinking 3/4 of a case of beer). It was amazing. And now it's over.
Swino is dead: Boozy feral pig who found fame after getting drunk on stolen beer and starting a fight with an innocent cow dies in car accident
A boozy feral pig that shot to international fame after drinking 18 cans of beer, starting a fight with a cow and causing chaos at an Australian campsite has died in a car accident.
Local authorities confirmed ‘Swino’ had recently been hit by a passing vehicle in a remote stretch of the northern Pilbara region, adding that he had been identified by distinctive marking on the back of his ears. It is not known if Swino had been drinking prior to the accident.
RIP, Swino. You were never meant to last.
Also: give that headline writer for The Independent a goddamn raise.
Here's your off-topic thread for the evening (and beyond). There's Monday Night Football between the Falcons and the Jets, a mess of playoff baseball, and hockey (did you know that that the NHL regular season got underway last week? Probably not if you watched ESPN.), plus the usual array of televised entertainment on a Monday night/
The usual rules apply.