The compound is under construction. Gathering enough plywood, galvanized tin and used trailers takes time, not to mention stockpiling all the shotgun ammo, canned goods and bourbon.
Nothing says happy mother's day like a plate-full of pig, considerately cooked outdoors.
I'm eating bacon as we speak, although I am not sharing it with my mom.
I love the picture. I love how ecstatic they are to be looking at a strip of bacon.Come to think of it, how could they NOT be?
yum yum yum yum!Look, Mapile-o-bacon!
We're vegetarians. Are donuts and acceptable replacement?
donuts are an EXCELLENT replacement, especially served on top of a pile of pancakes!Erik,notice how the skillet contains bacon in all its developmental phases from raw to cooked?Chris, there's definitely a quasi-orgasmic vibe going there--her eyelids are drooping, she appears nearly hypnotized, and he's like a coiled spring with that self-satisfied grin...Lulu, I knew you would be.Barbara, I've cooked bacon on the grill on more than one occasion. Smokey!
Yep, nothing says "motherly love" like a big hunk of meat...wait, that didn't quite sound right...
Not nice to tease Lulu like that, although I'm glad she has her own stash.
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