I had a goat once apon a time named Grindy. Grindy would spend his days grinding up blackberry bushes and pissing on his own beard. He made little poop pebbles that I once saw my dog eat before they hit the ground. He was a master at autofelatiation and stinking to high hell. You know what he smelled like? Goat milk. I can't touch the Chevre that the hoity-toity think is all the rage. It smells like Grindy. But you know what I never smelled a bunch of? A living pig. Dead ones are delicious. I'm not supposed to eat them, they are for the Goym, but shit.I do.