This reminds me of one of this blog entry I read one time:
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Dear Diary,
Man..talk about some weird little piggies...Chloe and I had a session with a pig who wanted to be cooked and cannibalized..well, not for real. Just because this scene was so weird and had comic potential, We took up this little pervert's offer to have a PORK-LOIN barbecue. Sporting a pig nose, shower cap, and halloween mask Our little porker was hog-tied, slathered in sauces, and garnished in greens, peppers olives and tomatoes. (I can't give out all the ingredients--it's My Mama's Special Recipe.) We looked so cute in Our little chef's aprons. After thoroughly basting our main course, WE ordered our sissymaid, desiree, to tie the sow's balls tightly. It looked like a lone potato surrounded by tender pork roast. We conversed amongst ourselves, nibbled on the olives and crackers and sort of mock-carved our little turkey up. He seemed to grow more excited when WE started fighting over the most tender cuts. "I want the flank!" "Im NOT eating that scary looking potato." "Let's just chop it off and boil it like a giblet and feed it to the cats." you don't know how tempting it was NOT to pop that little bundle off with a paring knife. It ruined Our entire layout. We had fun, especially smacking supper's gonads with a spatula and squishing them with kitchen tongs. But lunch had NO pain tolerance and won't be invited over for Our next smorgasbord until he toughens up. -- Princess Sierra
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