Thursday, April 17, 2008



Bacon, bacon, bacon. Bacon. Bacon, bacon, bacon, bacon! BACON! And, then she said, "Bacon, bacon, bacon...ohhhhhh...bacon! Bacon! BAcon! BACON!" And I fried, and fried, and we made a sitcom...Frieds. Crispy, fried, bacon. Bacon.


Anonymous said...

Reminds me of the scene in being john malkovich....only more drool-worthy.

Fygar said...

Everett's on 38th and Cedar. Best bacon in Minneapolis. Plus, their bacon doesn't look like penises when it cooks up.

LissyJo said...

We don't even eat much meat, but everett's is our butchery. It's straight from 1950--with the paper hats and meat. It's where the easter ham came from, scooter.