Time to fire up the BBQ and get to roasting some oinkers.... Boink: Hey puppy, looks like a piggie roast son, can you handle some pork pal. Splits: OH HELL quit talkin you alein looking mufu, toss it now toss it now. Boink: What an easy foo, gotta love him, lick my toes canine.

Ohhhhhh HELL YES! That news is good enough for boink, splits, and boink n splits cousins, cousins cousins, and every lil demon seed they manage to produce via the loin machine.... Thank you Manders...

Awww man. My kind of friend That sounds good good good.