Okay... steady... steady...
Got it! Now that it's no longer April Fool's Day in this time zone, I'm legally allowed to rescue the Fool of a hog who doomed himself in the rapids of Niagara Falls. Well, rescue his drowned corpse, for display at the funeral. Assuming he has loved ones. Oh god. I hope he does! Could you come to his funeral? Just in case?
Anyway, time to lift this sucker up and out!
"Gee willikers! Thanks for getting me out of there! I'm starving! Want to go get some brunch?"
Huh??? You survived? AGAIN? How did you do it, Professor Chops?
"It's quite simple, really!"
"Pigs are capable of cloacal respiration: with enough oxygen being ventilated, we can breathe through our intestines! Though most of me was underwater, my pretty pink posterior was exposed to the open air, and I cleverly sucked up as much oxygen as I could through my anus. That allowed me to survive for hours on end!"
Wow! How impressive, Proffy C! You're full of surprises, but more importantly, your rectum is full of oxygen!
MORAL OF THE STORY: pigs are capable of cloacal respiration










