The words for this list are:
| everyone | it’s | every one |
| a lot | any way | anyway |
| already | all ready | its |
| alright |
The sentences for this list are:
- Everyone seems impressed when I tell them that my pig can dance, sing, cook and bring home the bacon, but then they are disappointed when they learn that the only way my pig can fly is by getting into an airplane.
- It’s really annoying when my pig has his Twinkie-and-Ho-Ho-induced “1970s Dreams” because he will prance around like a disco star, squealing and snorting his way around his pen with a rhythm that is similar to “Stayin’ Alive”, eventually waking the neighbors and causing them to call the police because they are afraid, when all he really needs is for me to go out and start up my brand new, pre-shrunk Hummer so that the gentle roar of the engine can lull him back to sleep.
- When we go to the store, my pig inspects every one of the ears of corn before buying them, causing the trip to take several hours to complete.
- A lot of people believe that my pig is abusing his position as the Chief Baconator of the Holy Hogtied Church of Swineytology because he often preaches that full salvation will come to those who accept the full Power of the Hog and eat more of his special Holy Organic Corn and Beer Stew, while those who resist the Power of the Hog in any way will be doomed to a future of eating cold gruel and warm, flat soda as they toil away in their drab, wretched lives.
- I told my pig that it was a bad idea to substitute sand for the fine corn he normally uses in his corn and beer stew, but he did it anyway in an effort to imply how much better his brand of corn and beer stew is than the competition.
- At the young and innocent age of six my pig was already showing a propensity toward having a pot belly and an affinity for bad television shows about what happens when stupid people try to build airplanes out of slabs of Canadian bacon, pork rinds and tofu.
- My pig sells a lot of his corn and beer stew over the internet and on Wednesday’s he works really hard to pack the orders into shipping boxes, calling me over when they are all ready for me to bring them to the post office and send them on their way to the eagerly waiting customers around the globe.
- When my brand new, pre-shrunk Hummer roars to life, brazenly interrupting the early-morning silence with its violent dieseling, my pig comes prancing over to the vehicle and tries to get me to turn it off so that he could sleep some more.
- My pig thinks that everything in the world would be alright if we would simply plot out our trips in the brand new, pre-shrunk Hummer such that we can make all right turns, so he prints out the maps from the internet and hands them to me so that I can make sure that the directions are all right, since this one time, on the way to Ham Camp, the directions turned out to be all wrong and we were lost for hours as we made right turn after right turn in a quest to save our bacon from the beasts that lurk in the backwater towns around Ham Camp.