I've been down that juicy bed-fart route, but since the bathroom’s only a hop, skip, jump and wipe away. What's worse is the oily car fart on a bumpy road 20 miles from home.
When I was over in Bosnia my great aunt would send me pickled pig feet in a care package, she thought I loved them.. I loved her, not something a pig walked on in pig shit. I wouldn't eat them and gave them away quite fast with my comrades. After the second time she sent them I realized I was missing a business opportunity and charged the pig feet eaters $2.00 a foot and made money hand over foot so to speak. I wrote back to her and asked her to send me more! She owned a farm in Pennsylvania with her daughter and son in law and a second generation and had hogs. I made some good scratch from doing that. I still wouldn't eat 'em!
I've been down that juicy bed-fart route, but since the bathroom’s only a hop, skip, jump and wipe away. What's worse is the oily car fart on a bumpy road 20 miles from home.
ReplyDeleteNEVER... trust a fart...
ReplyDelete'Tried those pickled pigs feet; didn'tcha...
ReplyDeleteWhen I was over in Bosnia my great aunt would send me pickled pig feet in a care package, she thought I loved them.. I loved her, not something a pig walked on in pig shit. I wouldn't eat them and gave them away quite fast with my comrades. After the second time she sent them I realized I was missing a business opportunity and charged the pig feet eaters $2.00 a foot and made money hand over foot so to speak. I wrote back to her and asked her to send me more! She owned a farm in Pennsylvania with her daughter and son in law and a second generation and had hogs. I made some good scratch from doing that. I still wouldn't eat 'em!
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DeleteI might try them…but I’d need to drink a few beers first!
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