So, what was the joke?

You pig

Pa. Why is bacon breakfast?

What.

You can put eggs on lunch.

Ye.

But if you put bacon on stuff it becomes breakfast?

The man spat and said the bacon is not for this world or from this world it comes from the pig but the pig knows it not.

He wiped his chin and spat.

>>9720446
what's a porko's favourite song

little grills by oinko boinko

>>9722139
I told my wifes son right there he would not believe it and he did not

Yessir. Earl spat onto the ground

Say, the Father said, you e'er hear 'bout them Leminshire boys the o'er day run up round the bracken by Fendway Road and'a run into this here monster pig?

Yessir, I heard them Leminshire boys got a right hollerin' all the way to Viene County up by the Donde River's way I hear.

Well, the Father dragged out, then spat onto the ground. Well I was just 'ere finishin' this 'ere story about this goddamn bacon with my wife's son, and he's now sayun' he's up and huntin' this here monster pig what the Leminshire boys's found up thatta way. The Father spat onto the ground

Farmer Jones got out of his car and while heading for his friend's door, noticed a pig with a wooden leg. His curiosity roused, he asked, "Fred, how'd that pig get him a wooden leg?"

"Well, Michael, that's a mighty special pig! A while back a wild boar attacked me while I was walking in the woods. That pig there came a runnin', went after that boar and chased him away. Saved my life!"

"And the boar tore up his leg?"

"No he was fine after that. But a bit later we had that fire. Started in the shed up against the barn. Well, that ole pig started squealin' like he was stuck, woke us up, and 'fore we got out here, the darn thing had herded the other animals out of the barn and saved 'em all!"

"So that's when he hurt his leg, huh, Fred?"

"No, Michael. He was a might winded, though. When my tractor hit a rock and rolled down the hill into the pond I was knocked clean out. When I came to, that pig had dove into the pond and dragged me out 'fore I drownded. Sure did save my life."

"And that was when he hurt his leg?"

"Oh no, he was fine. Cleaned him up, too."

"OK, Fred. So just tell me. How did he get the wooden leg?"

"Well", the farmer tells him, "A pig like that, you don't want to eat all at once!"