I've got a dyslexic heart
I received an email from Major League Baseball Hall of Famer, The Eck.
He had a follow-up comment to my "bacon fries" post.
Last summer, after a night of drinking, he and his buddies were having breakfast. One of them was eating bacon and said,
"They should have a Bloomin' Bacon Blossom. Like the Bloomin' Onion, but with bacon instead."
Now that's what I'm talkin' about.
Tell me that is not pure genius. It's just about the best idea I have ever heard. Certainly trumps Jonas Salk and his little "polio vaccine."
No, I'm not stoned.
Nor am I a cardiologist. But I do play one on television.
OK, it's not really a television. It's a piece of cardboard with a rectangular hole cut out and some crude buttons drawn on with magic marker.
Screw you for judging me.
He had a follow-up comment to my "bacon fries" post.
Last summer, after a night of drinking, he and his buddies were having breakfast. One of them was eating bacon and said,
"They should have a Bloomin' Bacon Blossom. Like the Bloomin' Onion, but with bacon instead."
Now that's what I'm talkin' about.
Tell me that is not pure genius. It's just about the best idea I have ever heard. Certainly trumps Jonas Salk and his little "polio vaccine."
No, I'm not stoned.
Nor am I a cardiologist. But I do play one on television.
OK, it's not really a television. It's a piece of cardboard with a rectangular hole cut out and some crude buttons drawn on with magic marker.
Screw you for judging me.