I have absolutely nothing to say about that title, except that it's funny.
I was just talking to my parents, and apparently my good ol' Texas papa used to say that back in the day before I was born, until my mom made him quit, that is. You have to read it with his twang he lets loose when thinkin' o' home, "I haven't had so much fun since a hog ate my twin brother...Sooooweeeee!" (The funny part is that he does have a twin brother. But no hogs have eaten him. Then it wouldn't be funny. My mom said one time she saw a hog eat a baby pig on a farm and it really wasn't funny at all, but quite traumatic.)
My mom once told her mom about this annoying verbal habit of my father's, and she said that my Florida bayou grandpappy used to say it too. (My mom's dad, not my dad's dad, so they independently each said this glorious phrase. It must have been kismet that my parents met.)
With such a great family heritage, it's officially my new favorite phrase, up there with my Nebrasky great-grandma's, "A good time was had by all."
On a side note, a marketer at Compassion got a call from a donor they had sent Hope Lives to, and she said "it had impacted her life more than any book she had ever read." That's crizzity crazy.