It was hog night and we went to each find a big fat fatty. We all said "
hog hard or hog home" and told each other "
happy hogging". John had second thoughts, but got drunk and ended up with a buffet slayer. He claimed that he had been fat bitched only because he got so drunk but we knew that he had not been plumped involuntarily. We knew that he enjoyed it and we told him that he was a hogger and a
hippo farmer and a chunk fucker who enjoyed his tubby little war pig.