“I should always be holding bacon.”
“What?! You should always be holding bacon??”
“Yes.”
“And why is that?”
“Well, look at me.” Waves bacon. “I mean, please.”
Well, he does have a certain bacony charm.
“I should always be holding bacon.”
“What?! You should always be holding bacon??”
“Yes.”
“And why is that?”
“Well, look at me.” Waves bacon. “I mean, please.”
Well, he does have a certain bacony charm.
Ugh, reminds me of our old neighbor. Our Canadian old neighbor. Old in more ways than one. Used to talk
about giving his wife some Canadian bacon. *hurl*
Hm. It didn’t seem like that to me at all …
ha! /well, look at me! i mean, PLEASE!/
it is unfair that he could be so attractive whilst holding the bacon, and the rest of us are just here, with no bacon in sight. hmph.
mmmmm, bacon.
it’s been too long since I had bacon. I don’t buy it any more because I live alone and can’t use up a package before it goes bad (and don’t tell me about freezing it; I’ve tried and frozen, thawed, and cooked bacon is NOT THE SAME).
I wonder if you’re going to get some Insane Lifestyle Mentioner here talking about how they don’t eat bacon because it’s eeeeeeeviiiilllllll.
(well, maybe, but it’s still tasty. Mmmm, evil and tasty).