Hi my name is Greg and I’m a mathematician at Stanford with a specialty in topological signal processing and I love to fuck my pig named Dave. The highlight of my day is coming home to my mansion in the foothills, kissing my wife on the forehead, and walking out into the dark forest to my fortified shed where I keep my thick little pig daddy chained up, squealing and howling and writhing in fear. His name is Dave and he has a good life. I allow him to run around the woods with a shock collar on and sometimes we play soccer together and I whisper bed time stories into his pink little ears before bedtime while stroking his sweet ass. He doesn’t like it when I penetrate him, but not everyone can have a perfect life am I right fellas? The dalai lama knows what I mean. My wife Cassandra isn’t the biggest fan of this fetish. She’s always like “Greg you’re a mathematical genius what are you doing out there fucking a pig in that shed?” And I’m like “Shut the fuck up Cassandra you insensitive skank, it’s 2019. Don’t you know sexual orientation has nothing to do with intelligence?” It’s okay because she’s an uneducated prostitute that I brought home from the Yukon Territory anyways. Also I’m vegan so I feel like having sex with a pig is better than paying for them to be mistreated and exterminated like meaningless ants!!! #VEGANCLEANLYFE! Don’t tell anyone but I spank his pink little ass sometimes and he squeals and it’s just the sexiest little thing you’d ever hear. Well I just pulled in my driveway and I can smell Dave’s sweet ass calling me from here so I better get running fellas. Hope you have a great week and don’t forget to thank your teachers! LMAO!!