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SON OF A BI...BIT...BITC...GUN! Porky Pig hits his thumb with a hammer. It swells up and throbs only like a cartoon can. Now, back then... *****  is not a word you use in cartoon land or in front of your Dad or Mum. But Porky stu...stu...stamm...stutters: ”Oh! SON OF A BI..BIT...GUN!" Then winks at us and says: ”Ha you thought I was goin’ to say: 'BITCH!' ...didn't ya!" It catches on... becomes a catch phrase. We use it every time we can. Everything is BI...BI...BI...GUN! Mum can’t understand where we got the word from. When we explain - she frets: “Don’t tell Porkie Pies! Porky Pig would never say that! ”
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Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 6:57 PM UTC
SON OF A BI...BIT...BITC...GUN!
SON OF A BI...BIT...BITC...GUN! Porky Pig hits his thumb with a hammer. It swells up and throbs only like a cartoon can. Now, back then... *****  is not a word you use in cartoon land or in front of your Dad or Mum. But Porky stu...stu...stamm...stutters: ”Oh! SON OF A BI..BIT...GUN!" Then winks at us and says: ”Ha you thought I was goin’ to say: 'BITCH!' ...didn't ya!" It catches on... becomes a catch phrase. We use it every time we can. Everything is BI...BI...BI...GUN! Mum can’t understand where we got the word from. When we explain - she frets: “Don’t tell Porkie Pies! Porky Pig would never say that! ”
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Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 6:57 PM UTC
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