‘Twas an evening in October, I’ll confess I wasn’t sober, I was carting home a load with manly pride, When my feet began to stutter and I fell into the gutter, And a pig came up and lay down by my side. Then I lay there in the gutter and my heart was all a-flutter, Till a lady, passing by, did chance to say: “You can tell a man that boozes by the company he chooses,” Then the pig got up and slowly walked away.
p.s. This one didn’t. He stayed for the party, until the very end.
Phil and Jan's Adventure in Tonga 
Gah!!! I maybe would have found another source of protein.
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Think about it the next time you reach for the bacon at the supermarket.
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