Fiesta time in any barangay is a happy affair,lots of singing dancing feasting right Think of all the humba,dinuguang,bopis,crispy pata
Fiesta time in any barangay is a happy affair,lots of singing dancing feasting right Think of all the humba,dinuguang,bopis,crispy pata
Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again. But life goes on.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the passion that she shows to the outside world.
Chicharon bulaklak anyone
Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again. But life goes on.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the passion that she shows to the outside world.
Better add the only sad one around during fiesta is the pig I remember the first time I cut a throat,the metalic tang of blood in the air,and the amount that pumped out Tesco meat-counter was never the same after that
Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again. But life goes on.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the passion that she shows to the outside world.
Pigs are cute,you can lead train them and they will follow you like a dog,in fact they are more tractable than a canine Ignorance is bliss,they never know whats coming their way one fateful morning Wasnt it Fitzy who was on about opening a piggery?I wonder how he is getting along now over there?
Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again. But life goes on.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the passion that she shows to the outside world.
hopefully he is going by the old saying -------if you cant be good ...be carefull if you cant be carefull buy a pram
or maybe he is as happy as A PIG IN SH*T
Hope he doesnt have to buy a pram for his sakes Fitzy the Farmer,got a certain ring to it I just hope its not baby farming,pigs are much more lucrative
Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again. But life goes on.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the passion that she shows to the outside world.
makes me miss the fiesta in Cagayan de Oro with your pics mr tawi2. To all ladies from CDO Happy fiesta in advance this August 28
presenting....
the lechon
There once was a girl that believed in mankind, that there was still honor and chivalry that existed in everyone of us. She also believed that everyone deserves a chance to prove oneself individually and hoped that the courtesy would be returned. That girl is dead now, and all that is left is her shadow. To give one a chance to prove thyself is a chance for you to become dwindled in the dissappointment.
I was actually expecting a few complaints because the pics show blood,but I was expecting the complaints to come from queasy brit guys,I knew the pics would remind some ladies of fiesta,pigs and fiesta go hand in hand Though I did get an invite to one guys house who killed a Carabao
Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again. But life goes on.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the passion that she shows to the outside world.
Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again. But life goes on.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the passion that she shows to the outside world.
There once was a girl that believed in mankind, that there was still honor and chivalry that existed in everyone of us. She also believed that everyone deserves a chance to prove oneself individually and hoped that the courtesy would be returned. That girl is dead now, and all that is left is her shadow. To give one a chance to prove thyself is a chance for you to become dwindled in the dissappointment.
Nice You should have taken pics of the lechon 3 minutes 16 seconds later when it was reduced to a skeletal carcass by fiesta goers
Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again. But life goes on.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the passion that she shows to the outside world.
There once was a girl that believed in mankind, that there was still honor and chivalry that existed in everyone of us. She also believed that everyone deserves a chance to prove oneself individually and hoped that the courtesy would be returned. That girl is dead now, and all that is left is her shadow. To give one a chance to prove thyself is a chance for you to become dwindled in the dissappointment.
3 minutes My watch must have been slow then,its like a cartoon,first is a whole cooked pig,on the other side of the room a crowd armed with plates Blow the whistle,theres a cloud of dust,a flurry of arms,then the crowd clears and departs leaving behind a pile of bones picked clean like a bleached white corpse on the african plains I always used to call it "Eat and run" not "Hit and run".
Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again. But life goes on.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the passion that she shows to the outside world.
watch out for the lechon stamped
There once was a girl that believed in mankind, that there was still honor and chivalry that existed in everyone of us. She also believed that everyone deserves a chance to prove oneself individually and hoped that the courtesy would be returned. That girl is dead now, and all that is left is her shadow. To give one a chance to prove thyself is a chance for you to become dwindled in the dissappointment.
huhhhh,makes me really misssssssss the fiesta in our BARRIO.........
here's another LECHON..........
There once was a girl that believed in mankind, that there was still honor and chivalry that existed in everyone of us. She also believed that everyone deserves a chance to prove oneself individually and hoped that the courtesy would be returned. That girl is dead now, and all that is left is her shadow. To give one a chance to prove thyself is a chance for you to become dwindled in the dissappointment.
Pigs will eat Human flesh,there are two movies make reference to it,ask Kevin about the famous "Snatch"(movie Brick Top character and his speech
Then I hear the best thing to do is feed them to pigs. You got to starve the pigs for a few days, then the sight of a chopped-up body will look like curry to a pisshead. You gotta shave the heads of your victims, and pull the teeth out for the sake of the piggies' digestion. You could do this afterwards, of course, but you don't want to go sievin' through pig ****, now do you? They will go through bone like butter. You need at least sixteen pigs to finish the job in one sitting, so be wary of any man who keeps a pig farm. They will go through a body that weighs 200 pounds in about eight minutes. That means that a single pig can consume two pounds of uncooked flesh every minute. Hence the expression, "as greedy as a pig".
Theres also a "Silence of the Lambs" sequel where Doc Lecter is about to be fed to wild Boar
And there is a case in the UK of a lady kidnapped by pig farm owners and reputedly minced up as swine food,so the next time your chewing on lechon and you find a fingernail in your mouth...............
Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again. But life goes on.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the passion that she shows to the outside world.
Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again. But life goes on.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the passion that she shows to the outside world.
Hmmm.. Rizza's uncle is planning to cook up a lechon when I get to Barili Is it customary for the guest to cut the animals throat
No,its not the custom,and if your not used to doing it your going to make a mess of it,I used to do a lot of stalking,I am used to bleeding out beasts so its natural to join in rather than stand in the background
Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again. But life goes on.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the passion that she shows to the outside world.
Pigs dont sound the same,and I never ever eat bacon,the smell of boiling or roasting pork makes me heave,thats the truth,sickening smell No problems killing one,or jointing it,just cant stand the smell.
Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again. But life goes on.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the passion that she shows to the outside world.
Another fiesta another pig
Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again. But life goes on.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the passion that she shows to the outside world.
Hmmm. Think I'd be cool with killing a pig before we ate it I'm always a big believer in the idea that if you can't kill it, then don't eat it! I think it is fair to say we have lost something when we spend our hunting time in Tesco's... Not that I would rather get my food in the woods, but it is a nice way to learn to respect the life of the animal - not to see it as simply a product!
My freezers packed full of venison,never shied away from the harsh realities of life myself I remember helping kill a yak on the tibetan plateau once,the roebuck in the pic was bleeding out seconds after I shot it in Hampshire,it was wrecking a plantation of saplings If your given the opportunity to guy or shave the pig join in,its a communal thing,dont stand off and view from a distance,your always going to be the foreigner or the westerner if you do,its best to join in,get some blood under your fingernails and be thought of as bugoy.
Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again. But life goes on.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the passion that she shows to the outside world.
first time i've looked at this thread and i'm and horrified you've got pics like that as a member of STOP ! ( Save The Opressed Pig) from becoming lechon i ask you to delete those offending pics and think of the brothers and sisters that poor pig has/had
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