Pork scratchings for dogs they are. So imagine my disgust to find that Me Mum & Dad's equivalent of Old Mother Hubbard's cupboard is bare of them. Pig's ears bereft we are in our house. And why is that I'm sure you are wondering. The answer would appear to be that my penny-pinching surrogate parents couldn't bring themselves to fork out more for a packet of pig's ears in Asda today than the weekend's Sunday roast joint cost. Yes, nearly seven fuckin quid it was for a packet of pig's ears apparently. Seven quid. Somebody is clearly taking the piss, and by doing so depriving me of my lunchtime treat. The dirty robbing bastards. Pound for pound a pig's ear is comfortably the most expensive part of it's body. In fact, on a pound for pound basis pig's ears are now more expensive in Asda than fuckin fillet steak! So what the fuck is going on there then? Fuckin, fuckety bastard fuck is all I can say.
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