Now that you mention it, I had pork sausages with my curried cabbage for dinner last night... and I made for extra certain shure they didn't come from Ireland.  Yup, I asked the butcher where the porkers came from and he assured me that they squealed in an Aussie accent prior to going to the abbatoir.

Ya know, as a wee kid I knew that ire stood for anger - cos my mother frequently told me that I'd raised her ire when I didn't go outside to drop a curried cabbage bark, and she shure looked angry - so I always thought Ireland was full of angry people.

Snorkers, good-o!

Why wouldn't they be if everyone is dropping cabbage barkers?

If the pigs migrated like the geese,would they be Canadian bacon  when they headed North

If you convinced a pig that flying was a fantasy would he be a cured ham

I ponder these things(and keep one eye skyward)

  Now that's an alias that could come in very handy... all I'd have to do is don my pigskin loincloth and I wouldn't be 'starkers' any more.

Now that's asking for trouble... especially if it's your good eye.

And it's such a small country, too.... it's no wonder, then, why they wanted the British out... being curried cabbage has, like almost become a national dish since the opening of so many Indian restaraunts across the land.

Hmmmm!  Me thinks this belongs in the conspiracy thread... cos it's obvious the Indians have conspired to make the Poms so smelly that they're kicked out of the UN and no longer have an international voice... er, bark.

Rocket fueled pig!

starkers version would have a different exit point for the flames

hehe Yeah, I was thinking along those lines

But then the ham would be over cooked wouldn't it?

The exhaust would smell like.....breakfast.

WOW that would be an improvement!

Ah, but what you can't see in that pic is the gas transfer hose to the jet pack, thus reducing ringburn and the smell of burning hair... which reminds me....

Two spinsters were or their way to the desperate and dateless ball and had to walk past a tannery specialising in pig leather...

"Can you smell burning Hair?" asks one of the other.

"I sure can," replies the other: "do you think maybe we're walking a little TOO fast?"

Now that would depend on what the pig had for breakfast...

and where you're standing at the time.

MMM pigs that fly in pre-cooked... look at how flames is touching that pig's rump!

Well of course there are flames, he would look stupid with a propeller.

Pre-cooked or pre-sliced?

Oh, pre-sliced would be kind of cruel.

I thought Vulcans didn't eat meat...hmmm.

One day a man drove by a farm and saw a three-legged pig. The man went up to the farmer and said, "Excuse me sir, but why does that pig only have 3 legs?"  
"Well," said the farmer, "that there pig is very special. One time my wife was cooking something she stepped out of the kitchen and it caught on fire. No one in the house knew about it but the pig and he saved me, my wife, and my 2 kids."  
"That's amazing sir but why does that pig only have three legs?" said the man.  
"Then there was that time the pig saw a big storm coming and we didn't. The pig ran into the house and dragged us out to the storm cellar. If it weren't for that pig we would all be dead."  
"But still, that doesn't explain why the pig only has 3 legs." "And I remember the time my youngest son was stuck up in a tree but I was too far away to hear him scream. The pig came running towards me and led me to where he was."  
"Well, that is miracle but how come that pig only has 3 legs?" the man said quite annoyed at this point.  
"Well," said the farmer, "with a pig that special... you have to eat 'em real slow."

It might look stupid, but it'd be practical... cooling for his custom tailored farts and double calibrated, fuel injected arse.

He got my name wrong, but.....

Pigs butt sounds so bad, but............

What's left over.  Snout, ears and other unmentionables.............

YUMMY!

Ah, so that's why the last batch of pork sausages tasted a little salty.

Two immigrants have just arrived in the United States by boat and one says to the other, "I hear that the people of this country actually eat dogs."

"Odd," her companion replies, "but if we shall live in America, we might as well do as the Americans do." Nodding emphatically, one of the immigrants points to a hot dog vendor and they both walk toward the cart.

"Two dogs, please," she says.

The vendor is only too pleased to oblige, wraps both hot dogs in foil and hands them over the counter. Excited, the companions hurry to a bench and begin to unwrap their "dogs."

One of them opens the foil and begins to blush. Staring at it for a moment, she turns to her friend and whispers cautiously,

"What part did you get?"

  Yummy lol

I know someone who has eaten dog.. chinese smoked hairless dog, apparently a delicacy, yikes, what next, kitten soup?

Hmmmm shetland pony on toast!