Since I can remember I have had a fascination with pigs. Snuffily little ones, huge boor ones, misshapen spotty ones. I can’t tell you why, so don’t ask. Could be the orgasmic link between their rumoured ability to enjoy a sexual peak for an inordinate length of time and my own love of the good times. It could be the pink-ness. In all honesty it could be a lot of things. All I know is I love them and quite frankly I wish someone would put me in a bucket with an inflatable pillow and warm me up. So you now must love them too. Fun pig post to get me through the wine/jager/beer hangover that has threatened the majority of my Saturday.
If you strongly dislike the warm and fuzziness of this pig porn, perhaps you will enjoy this a little more:
image courtesy of Tabloid Prodigy
Self confessed Pig Indulgence. Love it.