Baby it's you I'm thinkin' of...
My entire house smells like bacon.
I cooked a solid pound of bacon this morning.
My clothes smell like bacon.
My hair smells like bacon.
My dog smells like bacon.
Bacon, bacon, everywhere.
And, really, what's wrong with that?
I freaking love bacon.
In fact, if you were to melt a slice of cheese up on that muh-fug...
It'd be heaven.
Ferreals.
Out.
I cooked a solid pound of bacon this morning.
My clothes smell like bacon.
My hair smells like bacon.
My dog smells like bacon.
Bacon, bacon, everywhere.
And, really, what's wrong with that?
I freaking love bacon.
In fact, if you were to melt a slice of cheese up on that muh-fug...
It'd be heaven.
Ferreals.
Out.
posted by Joe at
9:14 PM
3 Comments:
mmm bacon
Mmm we did the same thing! We were in Vermont. 'Went to the Meat Locker butcher, got a pound of fresh bacon, and we got a dozen fresh laid eggs from the neighbor's chicken coop, and we feasted all weekend.
I worked at a bagel shop in college that served Ba-egg-els and I smelled like bacon everyday. We called it "eau de pork"...sexy.
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