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But what Porky didn't know was Foghorn liked thick bacon.
Foghorn was an untrustworthy rooster. Ask Chicken Little. "I say, boy! You have a lot of sky fallin on you. Porky never knew what hit him as he lay dying, roasting in his own fat.
The aroma permeated every inch of Denny's that dreary morning.
Even the Moons over Myhammy
sounded appetizing, smothered in Porky's
Foghorn was an untrustworthy rooster. Ask Chicken Little. "I say, boy! You have a lot of sky fallin on you. Porky never knew what hit him as he lay dying, roasting in his own fat.
The aroma permeated every inch of Denny's that dreary morning.
Even the Moons over Myhammy
sounded appetizing, smothered in Porky's