Lunchtime!
- Thread starter Goliath
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The Wild Turkey rinses that fat right out of your system. Trust me on this one.
I hate bacon. Needless to say, that sandwich looks like something that would show up in my nightmares, yelling "EAT ME! EAT ME!" while chasing me through some dark, grease-covered, corridors.
SicOne:Hey, Camelopard, can I have a piece of bacon?
Camelopard:Grrrrr....NO!!!
Hey--if I gave you a piece, I'd have to give everyone a piece.
SicOne:Hey, Camelopard, can I have a piece of bacon?
Camelopard:Grrrrr....NO!!!
Hey--if I gave you a piece, I'd have to give everyone a piece.
Aw, c'mon, Grinch, you got plenty...give!
Being an American, I will take two or three for myself while everyone else gets to share fragments of one piece.
I'd have thought that for every person who hates bacon, there's another who loves it. And for every person who loves bacon, there's another who also loves it.
So bacon wins.
And yes, that passes for logic in my bacon-addled brain. Thank you.
It looks like a proper English sentence--subject, verb, object.
And yet, it makes no sense--like "colourless green dreams sleep furiously".
Perhaps, by remarkable coincidence, four consecutive typos transformed the word "love" into a horrible mutation
I get that a lot. My hatred towards bacon, along with my strong dislike of ice cream, typically has people questioning my humanity.
Heston Blumenthal makes your worst nightmare in his 3 Michelin Star restaurant, The Fat Duck.
Amazingly, I just googled up a video recipe!
Enjoy your nightmare.
With those eyes, you can probably kill anything. 
I caught Norwalk virus last year, and the year before that.
Trust me: no dessert is worth that, no matter how delicious.
