Just read the article, and imagine me sitting here, grinning and hugging my knees like a 5 year old who just got every Transformer ever made, ever (including the damn Constructicons, which were impossible to find) on his birthday, with Christmas being the very next day. Take that image, hold it in your mind, attach my brown face to it, and then you’ll slowly approach the feeling I have when I think of sweet, delicious bacony goodness.

I’ll blog more later, I promise. PEACE!

Wrapped up in bacon