In love, there’s always some pig that offers its cheek for a kiss.
A woman’s love is like the morning dew, it’s just as apt to fall on some radiant pig as on a rose.
the Porcine Oracle
A Trespass of Swine
the Porkopolis blogConsiderations of humanity and hogritude, because an insufficiency of pigs is one of the great faults of all that the gods have made manifest to man.