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I would like to dedicate an entire blog post to one of the best things in life:

No, I am not talking about love between these two characters.  I am talking about what they are cooking.  Crispy delicious bacon!  Look at that orgasmic expression on that woman's face.  Bacon!  Bacon bacon bacon! You are so delicious to the taste.  You make my heart go pit-a-pat, literally and figuratively.  But oh how tasty you are.  And you know it:

The wafting smell of bacon cooking in the frying pan gets me high.  Bacon is my weed. My coke.  My meth.  It gets me high.  So does my blood pressure.  But I don't care.  Bacon. Bacon. Bacon.  You are my one true love.  You are a king among hypertensive foods.  I love you with all my heart.  I love you more than I love my heart.  Heart attack or cardiac delight? Bacon bacon bacon! You are mine!

I. Love. Bacon.