Ultimate Bacon
So, Liz bought us bacon for bacon sandwiches this morning. Ultimate bacon. I said, “Babe, you’ve bought Ultimate Bacon”. She said, “Of course. I’m not having any of that Penultimate Bacon in the house”. What a legend.
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So, Liz bought us bacon for bacon sandwiches this morning. Ultimate bacon. I said, “Babe, you’ve bought Ultimate Bacon”. She said, “Of course. I’m not having any of that Penultimate Bacon in the house”. What a legend.
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It’s puerile, but I’ve watched this about 47 times already.
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