So a good ol' boy in bibs walks into a church office, walks up to the receptionist, and says, " 'Scuse me, ma'am. I'd like to talk at the head hog round here."
The receptionist asks, "The head hog? Who are you referring to?"
The good 'ol boy answers, "You know...that there preacher fella."
She frowns and says, "Sir, we have great respect for our pastor. We call him Rev. Jones, and we certainly do NOT refer to him as the head hog."
The good 'ol boy felt bad and said, "Well, my apologies, ma'am. I didn't mean to raise a ruckus. I just wanted to meet the good reverend and drop off this here donation of $10, 000 smackers for the church."
Just at that time, Rev. Jones walked through the front door. The receptionist turns to the good 'ol boy and says, "Hold on just a minute, sir. Here comes the big pig now!"
Just pretend this is witty.