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Then you slice off a piece of that belly, that end piece with all the smoke, and you fry it, and eat it, and realize that God has just touched you, in places he probably shouldn't.
You'll find yourself walking around the house, with 6 pounds of bacon in your hands, buck naked if you're anything like me (and I hope you're not) showing it (the bacon, you sick bastards) to your cats and children and the neighbors, like it's a pile of cocaine and this is, what, 1986?

The pigs are said to have been dropped off on Big Major Cay by a group of sailors who wanted to come back and cook them. The sailors, though, never returned; the pigs survived on excess food dumped from passing ships. One other legend has it that the pigs were survivors of a shipwreck and managed to swim to shore while another claims that the pigs had escaped from a nearby islet. Others suggest that the pigs were part of a business scheme to attract tourists to the Bahamas. The pigs are now fed by locals and tourists and the island is unofficially known as Pig Beach by the locals. Eric Cheng, a photographer who took snapshots of the pigs, said of them: Because locals bring food, the pigs will run into the water and actually swim out to the oncoming boats, as if to greet them individually. It is strange enough to see pigs laying around on tropical beaches of white sand, but to see them then charge into the water to greet oncoming boats is just bizarre.
