my mum swears that
when they were growing up in Oldham they'd get a pig's trotter to munch on instead of an ice-cream.
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Wed 24 Apr 2002, 10:28,
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We were dog-sitting my mates mates
very slobbery and horrible dogs once, when the mates dad came round with a bag of pigs ears for them.
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeew. Not nice.
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Wed 24 Apr 2002, 10:33,
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Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeew. Not nice.