sometimes that's all i think about. and then sometimes when shitler and i go to breakfast and he boldly declares that he would choose sausage over bacon any day of the week i die a little inside. because it's basically blasphemy.
but then this weekend i wanted pancakes. and then i also wanted bacon. but i wanted them intertwined in so intimate a way that they would do a delicious dance in my mouth.
so b, the super fox, and i did this:
are you fucking serious?
it was jubilant. ask anyone.
and it answers the age old question of whether or not bacon makes everything better. and the answer is yes, yes it does.
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