from the rooter to the tooter
My sister called me from the road in Greensboro, North Carolina: “We just passed the most ridiculous thing ever. I’m going to send you the pictures.”
When they get dropped off:
“Have fun at the feedlot, kids. We’ll be back to pick your vacuum packaged remains up tomorrow afternoon!”
Haha, I had my first pig tail yesterday at Fette Sau. Much fattier than expected… I think I preferred the beef brisky.
you’re sick.. that’s cute? to watch pigs go into an eternal hell trapped until their juices are squeezed from then into the frying pan?
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