****s with my gut. It has done for years but I always just persevered through it like a boss. It got worse a couple of years ago thought and ever since I've no been able to touch it. No wonder muzzies are so ****ing angry all the time. A red hot rage descends over me everytime I smell bacon, cursing whatever ****ing pig eating **** cooking it.
There is a kind of soup kitchen in Nice that gives out food to the homeless etc, but only gives out pork, obviously ran by the NF party, which always makes me laugh.