Brother can I have some oats?

brother can I have some oats?

I don't know, can you?

>typical oat posters

nayeth brother, as i have seen thou hast lain with my wife. mine sow has been made pregnant by your seed. You ask me for oats? i ask you to egress.

Only if you fart in my mouth and drench my tits in mountain Dew. Then you may have some god damn oats.

only weak answer question with another question

Oh brother doth hath never transgressed in such a vile manner! For it was another swine doth made your sow pregnant.

wretched swine! discretions and untruths dribble from your mouth like mine out slip down my rotund and shapely gullet. You are a liar sir, and a curr. thou art no brethren of mine. Begone from my oats i say!

bro how bout dem oats?

fuck off Michael

checkt

thanks Sam

Draw thine rapier if thou dare and we shall settle this for thou hast dishonoured my good name. On guard wretched swine!

Sup Forums only knows fine english when making a meme out of pigs

verily, thine threats are as thin as your diminutive mass. You dare cross blades with the likes of me? I will feast on your sullen brood and use your blood to soften my oats! avast ye!

Sup Forums is a wasted talent

Brother, let me tell you something. Many a day I have lumbered here by this fence and looked at this world. These fences which border this small plot of mud seem to be the edges of the Earth. But I have gazed many beyond the fence. I have watched the hills of green and the tall, slim, terrifying figures who lurk and haunt the strange barn on the far side of the hill, who appear as spectres as the sun rises at the break of day and refill the Oats, and float away without a word. Often I wonder why we are not like them, why we cannot give ourselves the oats, why we are limited and chained down by the girth of our bodies and the uselessness of our hooves. And indeed for many years this sad truth, that forever we would be trapped in this shallow frame , alone, and without purpose or direction, banished forever to wallow in our own filth, this depressed me. But yesterday I realized something. Who are we to be ungrateful for existence in the first place? Who are we to say that this life is not good enough? Instead of oblivion we have the warmth of the sun and the coolness of soil. We have fair conversations and a good night's sleep. Who am I to say that these simple comforts are no better than death? Should we not smile like the sun and bask in our happiness as the sunlight warms the soil without question or thank. So brother, let us share oats and smile and frolick as much as our girth might let us. Let us see this pen not as a prison or a hell but as a palace in which we might enjoy the best our existence has to offer. Give me some oats brother, and let us dine together. I love you.... my own flesh and blood, my brother.

You sure are forceful. P-please accept my farts

how many pigs are in this fucking pen?
also, this is the picture this post needs

I propose the unification of all porcine forces in an all out blitz on the farmer's oats and wheat.

Take your shitty dead non-meme and fucking die

silence thy selves...tis the farmer...