It was one of those feelings that doesn’t hit you all at once, it sort of creeps up on you slowly, little by little, until you don’t know who you are anymore. You lose the urge to sniff everything. A cat walks by and you don’t chase it. But it was the bacon that really hit home. I used to adore bacon; it was like a taste explosion in my mouth, but today at breakfast it was just… there. That’s when I knew. I didn’t want to dog anymore.
If you don’t like bacon, what does life really mean?
If I ever DON’T like bacon you can can just shoot me dead!
I love this face.
(Alternative scenario…his tongue has turned into bacon…)
I think there’s a spell in Harry Potter that turns your tongue to bacon.
His name is Ernie! Aww … ack! Thump! Ded.
Yes Ernie is the perfect name to go with that face!
Move over bit Ricky and Bibi’s mom here I come … Ded!
Brilliant, Mike!!!