What, isn't My pig happy to see Me? All slaves should be ecstatic when they hear the click of My stiletto heels announcing My eminent approach. This pig must prove he's worthy of any morsel of food by first displaying his gratitude in worshipping My boots. Only then will he be fed. Mixing My old leftovers with spit, the pig's dinner is plopped into the disgusting troth of My toilet bowl. A riding crop to his ass will encourage him to eat every last mouthful, while washing it down with the stagnant, dirty brown water already festering inside the porcelain throne. Above all, My unpalatable pi... Show more