Bullsh!t is deceitful, a cowpie lies low in the grass, like a landmine patiently awaiting, as an inanimate object tends to doo, just waiting, until, ~squuuuish~ 'Ahhh Man!!!'
Chickens run away from pert near anything thatt doesn't look like it's carryin' it's vittles, you know, like a, "Chicken!!!"
Now I do confess, I looooves to eat me a mess of slaughtered chicken, and would you like to know why?...well, simply because they are sooo much more deeelicious, than the not so much slaughtered variety.
So if that makes me a coward, then I am so very happy to except that title, and with cole slaw if I could possibly, oh, and buttermilk biscuits with butter and some honey, that would be divine.
Now Porky and Arnold, while obviously clean and 'charming', they are (bbq/Bostin) butt a few of the exceptions in porcine personal cleanliness, pigs is all piggy, for they all lack sweatyness, and let's face it, mud feels wonderfully squishy, especially between one's toesies on a hot summers day.
So I blame the pig not, for one critters cooling system, is another's high dollah day at a snappy snazzy spa.
Though for me, I choose not the mud bathed long pork in a low and slow cooker, grill, or frying pan, I prefer dirty swine of the Porky and Arnold kind, every time