Okay, so hamburgers aren't made of ham, we know that, but these little oinklets are so precious, I won't quibble over details. I know you want a kiss, piggie, but I have to warn you. I'm all kinds of hungry.
I see you little guys with your beady little eyes, sizing me up. You think you're soooo tough because you were just in a 400 degree oven and barely broke a sweat but let me tell you something: I could fit two of you in my mouth at once.