We laugh before we understand.
The pig grins, the farmer hesitates, and we tell ourselves it’s all just a bit of fun. But as the punchline lands, something in us recoils. The joke is too precise, too familiar, too uncomfortably true. We recognize ourselves in the trick, the loophole, the polished excuse that sounds so reas… Continues…
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