Capitalist Pig

Something for the bougeois.

1. Take some ginger, pork, and a bucket of fresh sand.
2. Mix it all together and fry it.
3. Sell to unsuspecting tourist.
4. Profit!

I dunno. Something about having your throat slit and then being chopped to bits whilst still sensate before ending up in a third rate stir fry with dirt and ginger flavouring strikes me as something less than profitable.

One pig’s losses is another pig’s gain!

This stuff will be a hit on Wall Street.

Introducing The Great Hamboni, the fried pig prophet.

“Let’s eat the ginger” he says.
“No one will know” he says.
“What could go wrong” he says.

Work hard.
Save your money.
Get fried anyway.

One thing for sure . . . it’s the pigs loss.

Sand ginger? That’s rascit!

This little piggy went to market. This little piggy stayed home. This little piggy had roast beef. This little piggy had none. And this little piggy . . .
got FRIED! Hey this isn’t so cute any more!

This dish peaks my interest…

No gourmet would eat pork with stale sand

How could a pig profit if he looseth his soul?

How indeed could a Pig benefit, if, in gaining a profit, he looseth his Ginger?

New Occupy slogan?

I ffed my pigs LSD with their mash. They’re always freid.

Fried. – Typo (Gottverdammte)

That’s what you get for calling me a sand ginger – you pig!

Sand ginger – Racist slur for a person of Middle Eastern
and Scottish descent?

Fried pig’s mantra:
Phase 1: collect sand ginger
Phase 3: profit!