Make the call

Sippin my coffee, the caption under that picture

“We have had this flag for a long time now. It flew on a PT Boat in WWII.”

You’re first thought was probably JFK and the coconut, was mine

We have a different problem below the hot gate, was curing some jalapeno flavored porkbelly grown by my garden lady back 8 days ago

It’s all about the chemistry, salt/sugar and whatever flavor you want the bacon, gotta flip it once a day, liquid out, flavor in

before you aska possible stupid question as in “what the hell is that?”

well, this here is the periodic table, not sure if such stuff is taught anymore

What I did was combine Ba with Co with a dash of N

it’s Bacon man

Which brings us to calling Bobby, Bobby, listen up man, I got an idea, sipps coffee, I’ll be workin haaaad today, slicing bacon, a lot of frigging Bacon

Top rack Maple, bottom rack the jalapeno

double smoked Bacon, a side thought Bobby, I should set up my smokers by the hot gate, get some of those fans found on sidelines of the National Felon League, blow all that yummy Bacon scent clear down to dearborn. “Chance,” yeah Bobby,

“Why you calling me” Bobby, as you know, this country is full of stupid, the ignorant and muzzies, I want you to get Bacon classified as a mental treatment for the depressed, the stupid, and the ignorant, which is running rampant across the country, shove some G’damn happiness down thier frigging throat so they stop bitching, moaning and complaining about every little G’damn thing. And just like Viagra which was a heart medicant at first but not now, the scent of Bacon would drive the muzzies off our shores.

“Chane”

yeah Bobby