The Adventures of The Hiroshima Hog

The story of The Hiroshima Hog.

Borne from the depths of a shmelter in the far south of Japan - "The Hiroshima Hog" was created for one reason and one reason only - Cruising and Pimpin...

Sure thats 2 reasons, but lets not dwell on the technicalities here . Let me introduce to you... The Hiroshima Hog (forever know legally henceforth and forever-width as "The Hog" - Patent Pending):

The Hiroshima Hog - "Blue Steel"

The beast that was The Hog set out on a lonely Spring morning in Hiroshima - his normal crew of peeps were being soft, so he was going solo - watch out ladies!

He hadn't been out in a while, so decided to check out the view and enjoy there fresh air while he had the chance.


Having gulped down his fair share of tasty O2, The Hog went forth, cruising, pimpin, and checking out his fellow homies around the hood:

"Biggy"

One thing that can be really noted about The Hog, it that he had NO time for wanker try hards like Louis Vuitton. In fact so much, that he cant bear the sight of the ugly bastard...


After blowing off Louis, The Hog, with his infinite powers o' Pimp, had lined up a date at the local coffee shop. Her name was Big Basket Barbara and MAN did she have a big basket...

Unfortunately, Big Basket Barb turned out to be a little crazy in the basket area, so The Hog took his leave and headed for home. On the way however, things took a turn for the worse, and he had the bad luck of venturing just a little far from his home turf, into the hood of CT Dave... Here things went downhill fast, as The Hog ain't take no shit from nobody, petrol powered or not!

Unfortunately, The Hog came off second best in this round...

You may have won this round CT Dave - but you haven't won the war!!!!! The Hog will be back!!!

Feeling a little worse for wear, The Hog know that there was only one thing to do - get a cold nursing beer from the local 7-11, and make tracks for home.


However, little did he know it, but thing were turning around for The Hog, cos the girl of his dreams - "Noble Mini", had just gone through a terrible breakup, and was looking for some consolling by the Old Bridge. Low and behold, along comes The Hog on his way home... and thus - an irreplaceable union was borne...



From that day forward, no-one heard of The Hog, his hood went un-cruised, his ladies left un-pimped, he was like a shadow in the night.

And always, CT Dave was forever watchful - never knowing when The Hog might strike in revenge....

And here ends, the fabled story of The Hiroshima Hog.