Quoth Janglestein:
Tis a morn, tis a morn, gents and gently's.
I wished to write a succulent novel regarding my relationship with Sarah Bellum, as I, on most days, opt to do. However, today's wine of events has filled my moral palette with a bad aftertaste. I am speaking, of course, about the perpetual sadness which the daily news brings forth.
While the sizzling of my bacon commenced, I sat on the couch this morn, requiring a mere handful of minutes of entertainment. My eyes, instead, were filled with sorrow. Planes crashing into houses, Madrid filling with flames, and Fay ravaging Florida.
Why, I ask myself, do such wicked events occur in such a joyful, erotic world as the one in which you (and, on occasion, I myself) live?
That, however, is not a question of importance to ask, but merely a prelude. The greater question plaguing my mind is as follows: What, in fact, is in bacon, which makes it sizzle so, in a way which, say, a Pug or reproductive organ would not, when placed on a similar frying pan?
Weighty matters require weighty thought! But such is the life of one who dares to Jangle with fate.
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Bacon sizzles while being cooked as the pig would yipe when being slaughtered.
I don't know why those things happened that you mentioned.
I should care, but lately I'm filled with despair and depression.. it occurred to me I'll be in my 70s when my house is paid off.
Thus arousing the question "Will I ever get to retire?" Fuck I hope so!
Sorry for the bad work. I'd scratch it off but I'm too lazy :op
You shouldn't eat bacon anyway. Try eating the tofu equivalent, which I think is called tofuacon. Nevermind, actually I don't know what it's called and that doesn't sound right. If its related to clay, chances are - you don't want to be putting it in your mouth anyway. try cutting down on fat, that's all I'm saying.
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