June 28, 2009
Bacon Flow Chart
PORK!
(Thanks to Adam, the Rockin’ Robin!)
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Now you’ve made me hungry.
Pork, the one you love.
Pork, the one you’re with.
Wait a minute–where’s “Will bacon give my chihuahua pancreatitis?”
If you can’t pork the one you love, pork the one you’re with.
Adam? Where’s “Will bacon give my chihuahua pancreatitis?” Adam?
“Yes, bacon will give your chihuahua pancreatitis.”
Sorry Coop, your quotation marks don’t fool me. Until I hear from Adam the whole topic is moot to me.
I spent a number of minutes picking the bacon out of my chicken caesar salad yesterday. Just so you know I’m pretty neutral. My feeling for bacon on this occasion is purely aesthetic. Also community based.
And there is bacon in a fisted glove.
Good lord.
I just hollered “Let’s make some bacon!” out the back door to nobody in particular and the world in general.
No reply save the soughing of wind in the trees.
Would you like to fry the world a pork?
In perfect hamony?
Think of your fellow man
Lend him a helping hand
Put a little pork in your heart
I don’t know from pancreatitis or chihuahuas, but I have known bacon to lend a King Charles spaniel an unnatural profundity & a sense of awe & wonder. Hope that helps!
[...] Schinken essen oder nicht — ein Flussdiagramm. [...]
That helps a lot Adam, on the topic of spaniels, a natural kind of animal. However, if you can show me an unnaturally profound and awed chihuahua, I’ll be happy to slip you some salame. Hell, I’ll send you some prosciutto. The good stuff.
Oh God that’s so great, we’re linked to in Germany! Hello Germany! Are you ready to PORK?
An unnaturally profound and awed chihuahua.
Lucy (and Adam), because I don’t watch television, I was the last person in the entire world to know about the Taco Bell chihuahua and “Yo quiero Taco Bell”.
Imagine my consternation some years ago when I walked by a ‘Christian chain bookstore’ here in the united state of Illinois and saw a T-shirt emblazoned with a faintly fish-eye image of a chihuahua and the legend
YO QUIERO JESUS
Ok but that doesn’t count as awe. That’s just good marketing. America is great for that kind of stuff. Chihuahuas for Jesus and all that. You guys rock. I’m still wondering if we can get a tour in Germany on the basis of being ein Flussdiagramm (with great breakbeats).
Today is a day when I want it a little bit chewy.
True, Lucy. I was dumbstruck. Not awed.
Aw.
United States of the Dumbstruck Demographic.
It is good to recognise the difference between aw and awe. Many people fall at this hurdle.
Amy: then bacon is done!
Don’t hold your breath on the chihuahua, Lucy. I love me some prosciutto, but can’t stand to go near chihuahuas. Why do we all so blithely include them in the category “dogs” when they so clearly don’t belong there?
They are (sigh) pigdogs.
Chihuahuas should fall into the Rodentia order of mammals. They goddamn deserve it.
The whole thing is terribly unfortunate.
A neighborhood chihuahua named Dolce was tiny and black and looked more like a spider on a leash than a dog.
Amy, that is perfect. I have always felt that chihuahuas and tarantulas were virtually interchangeable.
Christ. Give a tarantula a break.
I fear Sheila’s asking for a tarantula bite.
True, Lucy. I got carried away. And I am an arachnophile, so the comparison did not really ring true.
This reminds me of an idea for a line of children’s dolls I had recently.
Tranrantulas: transvestite spiders. Think of how many clothes and accessories could be sold for these plushy, adorable tranny arachnids!
Amy. Do it! You must. You must.
Way way way cuter than Cabbage Patch dolls.
Tranny arachnids. That is the best. I want to collect ‘em all!
How would you organise that, conceptually? Have them dress up as daddy longlegs? Shellfish? I’m searching here.
Well, I suppose they would have parts you could add on or take off, jeez, I haven’t thought this through. Maybe they are closer to being just cross dressing spiders than transvestites. I need more research.
Cindy! We have a grant application to write!
I can’t get the image of 8 furry legs in tiny pumps out of my head.
I don’t know much at all about spiders’ parts.
I think you might be onto something.
Hawks know what’s what, I’m telling you.
They have to eat.
I like the outpouring of pro-hawk, anti-ratdog sentiment.
There ain’t but one pony in that race, sugar.