Yes I have a potty mouth.
The above picture is the swear jar that was introduced to me this morning by my darling family.
The irony that my swear jar is a flying pig hasn’t been lost on me… How frigging hilarious… How appropriate.
He is lovely and shiney though…I like him.
I shall name him…errrm..Porky…in honour of that highly inappropriate movie from the 80’s Porky’s, which my big cousins let me watch at a very very young age. (Mum screamed when she found out. Dad walked off quietly laughing.)
Porky The Potty Mouth Crime Busting Piggy he will be.
Monday’s are always a terrible day for my Potty Mouth so he may not be flying too well into the week..
So welcome to my world Porky…I will promise to show you a fabulous WTF SFU FO GF UMBFK time!!