Principia Discordia

Principia Discordia => Apple Talk => Topic started by: AFK on October 02, 2012, 08:18:52 PM

Title: The True Story Behind the Bacon Shortage
Post by: AFK on October 02, 2012, 08:18:52 PM
Porcine Rebellion.  The pigs are eating the farmers.






http://usnews.nbcnews.com/_news/2012/10/01/14173510-70-year-old-oregon-farmer-eaten-by-his-hogs?lite
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[/size]Normally, I'd try to come up with a funny quip or pun but I feel bad for that poor SOB.  What a fucking way to go.
Title: Re: The True Story Behind the Bacon Shortage
Post by: The Good Reverend Roger on October 02, 2012, 08:19:48 PM
Happens more often than you'd think.
Title: Re: The True Story Behind the Bacon Shortage
Post by: AFK on October 02, 2012, 08:21:36 PM
I can see it.  Those fuckers can get pretty big.
Title: Re: The True Story Behind the Bacon Shortage
Post by: Luna on October 03, 2012, 01:39:11 AM
No shit...  And they're smarter than any critter that people keep for food really needs to be.
Title: Re: The True Story Behind the Bacon Shortage
Post by: Cain on October 03, 2012, 01:41:29 AM
Pig farms are a favourite way of disposing of corpses and frequently used by organised crime in more rural areas.

Just remember that, the next time you're tempted to crack a joke at the expense of your local pig farmer.
Title: Re: The True Story Behind the Bacon Shortage
Post by: LMNO on October 03, 2012, 12:45:35 PM
Pig farmers are like angels.  Angels that provide me with bacon.
Title: Re: The True Story Behind the Bacon Shortage
Post by: P3nT4gR4m on October 03, 2012, 01:12:44 PM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4HAQ3pNHwj4 (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4HAQ3pNHwj4)
Title: Re: The True Story Behind the Bacon Shortage
Post by: Dildo Argentino on October 03, 2012, 01:43:36 PM
As I was driving our minibus back from England in July with one of my sons and our dog and half our earthly possessions crammed in it, there was an unexpected traffic jam on the motorway somewhere in Belgium.

After driving along at walking speed for three quarters of an hour, the most horrendous chorus of terrified, lost, painful screams I have ever heard began to sound from the distance. It kept getting louder and louder, quite slowly, until we reached the articulated lorry full of pigs, lying across two lanes, on its side. There was a massive pool of mucky black blood under it.

Then it got quieter and quieter, thankfully much faster. I went off pig for over a week.