Pig Farmer Pillows

"Basic economics - sometimes the parts are worth more than the whole."

"Ned has laryngitis... He's disgruntled."

"I don't want to worry you, but this years prize winning pig, usually ends up as next years prize winning sausages."

Where Summer Sausage Comes From...

'I'll have to do some tests, but I suspect you may have a sty in you eye.'

They were never seen again.

"I can't afford to feed you."

'Who showed the pigs this obesity epidemic report?'

"Great idea. . . but how do we go about converting everybody to Judaism?"

'For Diahrrea in hogs? Well, first of all, I'd feed bland garbage!'

'I don't suppose you have any grey poupon?'

"We've received complaints that you're feeding them nothing but slop three meals a day."

"Let's not call it going to market, I think right sizing sounds better."

'Do I really have to remind you again about which one of us earns the truffles, Jean-Claude?'

Prize winning pig and farmer

'I don't suppose you have any grey poupon?'

"He's being bred for Hawaiian pizza!"

"Just what I was hoping for - another hearty, farm-fresh, country breakfast."

'What we could use is a 'lite' slop.'

"My family argues so much over living in the city or country that it makes me feel like pulled pork."

"He's a phony - made of all those new fat substitutes."

"He jingles a lot, but never says anything."

"Looks like the wives are back from their health farm week."

"If you lot cannot learn to fly you will have to go into politics."

"I'll give it to you straight, Reginald, you're a boar!"

Pigs - Live Laugh Lard

"Oh boy, let's hope it's a soy-sausage..."

'Don't you dare to enter here with those dirty feet.'

'Hey! Make sure those boots are muddy before you set foot in here,mister! Took me all morning to get this place filthy!'

'Wow! I never thought it would actually work!'

'I just hope I don't end up a tin of ham.'

'Hey, we have the same ringtone!'

"The smell and filth I can cope with. It's the Jedward impressions I can't stand!"

Of course your father was good at bringing home the bacon. He was a pig farmer!

'Oh boy, smorgaslop!'