This is obviously a trolling thread. No one in their right mind would think bacon was terrible.
This is obviously a trolling thread. No one in their right mind would think bacon was terrible.
It's no blanket if it isn't a pancake.![]()
Jack: How do you know?
Will: It's more of a feeling really.
Jack: Well, that's not scientific. Feeling isn't knowing. Feeling is believing. If you believe it, you can't know because there's no knowing what you believe. Then again, no one should believe what they know either. Once you know anything that anything becomes unbelievable if only by virtue of the fact you now... know it. You know?
Will: No.
If Demolition Man were remade today
Huxley: What's wrong? You broke contact.
Spartan: Contact? I didn't even touch you.
Huxley: Don't you want to make love?
Spartan: Is that what you call this? Why don't we just do it the old-fashioned way?
Huxley: NO!
Spartan: Whoa! Okay, calm down.
Huxley: Don't tell me to calm down!
Spartan: What's gotten into you? 'Cause it sure as hell wasn't me.
Huxley: Physical relations in the way of intercourse are no longer acceptable John Spartan.
Spartan: What? Why the hell not?
Huxley: It's the law, John. And for your information, the very idea that you suggested it makes me feel personally violated.
Spartan: Wait a minute... violated? Huxley what the hell are you accusing me of here?
Huxley: You need to leave, John.
Spartan: But Huxley.
Huxley: Get out!
Moments later Spartan is arrested for "violating" Huxley.
By the way, that's called satire. Get over it.
I saw the title 'smurf bacon' and I thought "FINALLY, someone else loves bacon enough to do the no-pants dance with it!"
I'm disappointed.
0/10
I want bacon now.
In and around my mouth.
Ode to Bacon #1
Were thou a strip of odious pig filth
Still dripping fat in cancerous white strings,
Yet would I eat thee crisp'd or raw as tilth.
For despite the clogg'd arteries you bring,
I'd eat thee till thy damning heart attack
Makes eating dirt my all and one recourse;
Though if in hell or heaven they have snacks,
I'll eat thee yet again without remorse.
And if I die once more and cease to be,
Nirvana take me, ignorance is bliss:
The void is nothing for it seems to me
Even without a mind, I think I'd miss
Your crunch, stringy fat, the way you frizzle
Even in the void our love will sizzle.
Ode to Bacon #2
You loved a girl but then you met her mom
And even though you know she's not your type
You take your licks and give with great aplomb
For who does not a MILF, love, aged and ripe;
Can taste as good as milk from mother's breast
And yet is better still for when she's done
Old woman sweet love making, comes the best
Breakfast that man could want--and it so fun--
And she, so happy to be thus unclogg'd,
Is frying eggs in micro silk g-string
With matron power thus she demagogues
And you begin now to regret this fling,
But when you hear and smell sizzling bacon
You'll forget how much your d*** is achin'.
I like Kevin Bacon but I hate Footloose
Nobody hates Footloose, Locky. You're obviously lying.
I think the reference was lost on you, Quin.
It's alright when it's not burnt crispy but it's nothing I wouldn't pass up for something better.
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The best bacon is chewy bacon. Burnt bacon is still bacon, but not nearly as good.