Posts Tagged ‘pig
Adopt the bacon position
If I die in a bacon zone…
… vacuum seal me and send me home.
We’re hatching plans. Deep in the drunken depths of an arts and crafts night we hatched plans. Plans for New Years Eve. Plans to go over the top. Plans for bacon.
New ordinance has come in and we’re itching to try some of these new toys out. Bacon weaves. Fat washed bourbon and more.
I don’t know if we’ll be able to come back from this one. I don’t know if we’ll be the same even if we do.
Bacon changes a man.
If I die of bacon…
A very short post as this week has, I’m afraid, been surprisingly busy. But Billy demands airtime so… so be it.
In honor the horror of no Irish pig coming fully into effect I present a link I’ve just been sent from a friend: http://www.holytaco.com/if-i-die-bacon-related-death-id-it-be-because.
To give you a preview of the delicious terror to come look at this:
Mine eyes have seen the glory!!!









