Bacon. Makes. Everything. Better.
Except cheeseburgers. Seriously. You have a burger, thick, hot, juicy, perfectly dressed. You take a bite and your teeth sink into the bread, the dressing, the beef. And then, all of a sudden: resistance! What!? Nooo! Now instead of savoring the delightful beefy succulence, you're battling to gnaw through thin strips of greasy rubber, your burger is falling apart, and all that sweet flavor is dribbling down on your jeans making you look like you just humped a deep fryer. Bacon leads to tragedy, people.Just say no.
Edit for additional relevance: Whoo-hoo Trie! Represent!
(I have no idea what im saying anymore, because all I can think of is how badly I want a cheeseburger right effin nao.)
Edit again: I swear those last
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