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Bacon is overrated like the Beatles are overrated.
I love bacon and I love it when straight girls kiss each other in bars, so I guess this is true.
WHAT?????!!
Close your fucking tags.
That goes for you, too, italics!
I’m going to need a quick (bacon) energy boost to help me finish reading that sentence.
Undeniably true (sorry lusk).
In your face, Slog!
But is it still edgy to go on about chicken wings?
@9 – no. But tater tots on the other hand…
Declaring your love of bacon on the internet is like shouting out Freebird at a concert.
Bacon has definitely become the new pirates. I thought robots were supposed to be the new pirates.
Also, I don’t think guys are impressed by steak’nbacon eating girls any more. It’s offal they want, ladies.
@12:
Last I heard, Robot Ninja Space Dinosaurs were the new pirates.
And really, while some “hot pork-on-pork action” is always welcome, it’s not exactly cutting-edge; more like a tried-and-true classic.
On the other hand, if they manage to dip one of those puppies in some batter and deep-fry it, then they might be on to something.
Straight girls do not kiss each other in bars. I don’t know where you got that idea.
Just had me a big ol’ bowl of BACON!
I’m sorry, all I could understand was BACON and GIRLS KISSING.
You lost me after that.
Look, some of my best friends are honest-to-goodness, kissing-each-other-for-the-benefit-of-no-man lesbians, and they too love bacon.
So you can just take your fruity, bacon-maligning theories and print them out on a long cloth banner, then run down the street naked waving the banner like an idiot, and you will probably get run over by the Ducks. Not that I advocate the death-by-Duck (or any other means) of anyone who espouses such a lame philosophy, just pointing out its fateful likelihood.
The kissing of girls and the love of bacon are more like the dislike of disco, which was generally proclaimed loudest by those who believed it least – yet the poseurs do not in any way invalidate those whose Sapphic lip-mauling or porcine-hindquarters-consuming are motivated by a genuine desire.
So there. (That’s English for “QED”.)