A servicey tipster posted a few baconey links on my Facebook page. To be clear, I do like bacon, just as long as I don’t have to actually think about it. Once I get that image in my head — rust coloured-strips lacing a grimy pan, I remember how for a few minutes after they’re done frying they look like someone spit on them. But whatever, it’s still all right on a biscuit or something.
Anyway, since the tipster’s links included some simple instructions (“Now you have to blog about it – we’ve provided sex, food, alcohol, and bacon-related links. Irresistible.”) and I’m nothing if not a blog-whore (sadly, not as lucrative as real-life whoring), here we go!
Why stop there? Why not also fry eggs off her bellybutton? Commenter “rose” also made a good point:
Thinkgeek additionally features a bacon martini (because an olive isn’t salty enough?), bacon mints (self-defeating), bacon ice cream, bacon cheesecake, bacon toothpicks, and a rather fetching bacon scarf.
On thefrisky.com, there’s this:
I thought cooking breakfast came after sex. Like, waaay after. Not during. But far be it from me to impose my heteroporcine mores on the rest of you.
To me, a man smelling like bacon would not turn me on. I would think he worked at Denny’s or something.
-Michelle
Again, via Thinkgeek: white America’s clinically depressed, greasy answer to Vegemite: Baconnaise?
And…bacon salt?
Is it made of bacon or is it made for bacon? Does this even matter?
And just for the KNT house (the debate sorority), here’s a picture of Francis Bacon [via Luminarium.org]:
The blogger at Bacon Is My Anti-Drug is not gonna be happy about this, which is not good for me either. I need all the friends I can get.
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