I think it’s time we have the "talk." And no, I’m not talking about the one where you ask if bacon is an acceptable snack at every meal (we both know the answer is yes).
I’ve given this a lot of thought actually, probably too much thought, considering I’ve been spending more time picking bacon grease out of my hair than having a decent conversation with you.
Here’s the thing: I’ve come to realize that our relationship is kind of like your love fort the pig...it’s sizzling hot at first, but then it leaves a bad smell (wait, its actually pretty amazing...) and a weird feeling in the air. Every time I look at you, it feels like I’m competing with a crispy, delicious strip of pork for your attention. And let’s be real, bacon is winning every time (because bacon always wins....).
I do love the way you taste...your crispy outside and the joy it brings to my mouth. But....the aftermath....you always wanting me to use my mouth....well, I'm kinda done with that. Throw yourself on the grill, and lets be done.
Goodbye, my porktastic partner,
Someguy