This little piggy fest didn’t creep up, it squealed madly onto the scene, hurling trotter-fulls of napkins high into the air, emerging from beneath the crumpled recyclable froth like a well-trained orca. Jumping upon bulging sauce pots till they burst into cascades of fairground red and stuntman yellow. Until finally it lay, puffed out, gently weeping and coyley gesturing with sweaty limbs to the cheering onlookers to just, look away, please. I think I’ve gone to far, sorry (not sorry).
A Donor that you’d be proud to introduce to your nan the moring after by The Posh Kebab Co
Big bad dirty dogs by the ever brilliant Eat The Smoke
Fish-finger dogs…comfort at its very best!