Porky Picture Pig

For all of the horror roll of cliches, we can't say them fast enough as if that would bring back your breath on the gut punch of the down note, a moratorium; for five seconds or however long the spanking took for. Good, what of it? Not to play the game and survive the question, because even the mazed and test dazed rats wish they were back in the fields. Better to be at the mercy of Mother and bundles of bounty or storm and starvations cull, et al., than to be quizzed into a gene spliced question; we already have so many of those, and the answers always lead to more, so we make up our own and pass them off to dead prophets, this is not blasphemy, you just read funny. My goats made me do it. No, I don't own any ungulates.