If my life’s path ever brings me to pillow manufacturing, you can be damn sure that my company’s will be named Horsefeathers. Hell, even if I don’t, an imaginary pillow company named Horsefeathers is just as intriguing. Plus, the prospect of Horsefeathers not being real adds a whole slacker-fever-dream vibe, and along with it, a “totally” intentional deeper reading of the strip.
As much as I love horsefeathers and poppycock as synonyms for nonsense, they both pale in comparison to hogwash, and its implication that a hog washing is itself implausible.
Your gracious purveyor of hogwash,