I just uncovered a photo of what could possibly be the very first grueling "cross" fit exercise performed by the original instructor.
Dodger Stadium: Nation's Largest Hot Dog Stand Now Serves Baseball.
A little known fact about The Dodger Stadium Hot Dog Stand located at 1000 Elysian Park Ave is that they recently, on occasion play baseball games in the center of the restaurant. What a smart addition to an already amazing dining experience! Not only can you enjoy the finest $8 garlic fries, $5 Dodger Dogs (long, skinny hot dogs) and extremely high-priced beverages, you also get to see some hardball as well! The baseball team's name is of course the "Dodgers", named after the restaurants signature "Dodger Dogs" and now for eighty one nights throughout the spring and summer you can get the family together, head to Chavez Ravine and soak in this invigorating experience. I usually start with an appetizer like the aforementioned garlic fries and a Coke. For my entree it's always a Dodger Dog (or three) and for my third course I finish with a delicious malt cup served with a very sturdy little wooden paddle which is used to scoop out this unsuspecting hero of deserts. From start to finish this restaurant consistently provides it's visitors with variety of quality food with plenty of condiments. Not to mention FREE napkins!
Now some restaurant patrons have complained that the parking is bit expensive and also that the baseball being played there is of poor quality compared to some of the other restaurant teams around the country. The ownership seems to be doing nothing about this. The pitchers (another restaurant term) are having a difficult time keeping the baseball from entering the eating area as they tend to "serve" up a lot of home runs lately. The other teams batters are consistently hitting the balls away from the grassy field part of the restaurant and into the dining room. This is fun to watch because people jump right up from their dinners and claw, scratch and climb over each other for one of these painful souvenirs, often spilling very expensive beverages in the process. This "home run" trend apparently makes the Dodgers "lose" and because of that, less and less people are coming to Dodger Stadium to watch the game and more are coming for the ever popular food, which for restaurant purists is how it should be. However, hungry people and baseball fans throughout Los Angeles agree that if only this restaurant could find a solid Ace to anchor this pitching staff along with putting in more ATM's and Buffalo Wing stations in the Loge Sections, they'd come to the restaurant more often. "When the team consistently blows the lead you better have some killer grub to keep these people in their seats" said Brody a local Barista from Silverlake. "I hope they find some new players, bro so the team can have a winning streak. That'd be sweeeeet. Slaters..." added his buddy Carson as he walked away in flip flops.
Cutting Edge? Yes.
Outside the box? Indeed.
Optimistic? Always.
And although it's been a tough sell lately, I'm sure these baseball playing Los Angeles Dodger Dogs can find a way to edge out the competition and secure the top spot in one of the toughest restaurant baseball divisions, the National League West. Your city supports you. You and your delicious weenies.
(choose your seat wisely. some require a glove)
(heaven on earth)
(upper deck wheelchair access issue: solved)
Shower Gloves: Yeah I Use 'Em And You Can Too!
I recently divulged to some friends that I wear shower gloves while cleaning myself in...the shower. They seemed quite shocked that I would admit this fact. I wasn't embarrassed, but I did began to wonder "Are men not supposed to wear shower gloves?" and "If this is true, why shouldn't men's strikingly beautiful bodies get the chance to be as clean as a woman's?" Now, I think we can all agree that not all parts of a man's body are commonly considered classically beautiful. Especially the testicular region of said man. However, I believe we are as equally entitled to pristine, squeaky clean skin as woman are, even if there is a delicate blanket of hair and braun covering that skin.
I will admit, at first it seemed a bit odd to wear anything resembling clothing in the shower but once I let that gentle scrubbing action work it's nurturing magic on the largest organ of my body (talkin' 'bout skin, stay focused here) I was hooked. How could I go back to the "bar in hand" method or see anymore body wash opportunities slip through my fingers and down the drain...literally.
Now there are certain "suggestions" that can help men and women use their exfoliating shower gloves properly.
One, Don't try to put a dry glove over a wet hand. Wet both your hands then your gloves then put them on. Any other way is infuriating and will ultimately lead to unnecessary tugging and pulling of your precious shower mates.
Two, Shower gloves are rough by nature. This is how they scrub off unemployed, lazy, dead skin to reveal new vibrant skin, so keep these gloves away from your yardstick and robin's eggs at all cost! (men only) You might think, "I want my three stooges to be super clean and refreshed for tonight's date", WRONG! You will regret that decision for at least two hours as your better half grudgingly chafes against your underwear. That's what I hear anyway....Women, apply this same logic to "Virginia".
Three, Do not wash your inner butt with your shower gloves. This is funky and just plain nasty.
Four, Although not everyone abides by this suggestion, I would not recommend washing your feet with your shower gloves. Why? Because they are feet. Get out the soap and just use your hands. Toe jam and shower gloves are enemies.
Five, Always hang dry your shower gloves. There are few things nastier than going in for a relaxing tub tub and your shower gloves are cold, wet and most likely smell like Grandma's basement because they were balled up and left in the soap dish or in the corner next to an old, rusty disposable razor.
Stick to these simple tips and shower gloves should add a new, exciting dimension to your refreshing, self-care routine.
You might say to yourself... "Damn, for being so Dirty LA you sure know a lot about the intricacies of shower accessories and how to stay clean and fresh you manly, self-assured blogist you." This is true and quite astute of you. Now shouldn't you be planning a trip to CVS and a date with your shower? I'll leave you two alone....
(she wears a "shower thong" too...sweet)
(shower gloves will not help here, shower shoes will)
(a great place to test your new mitts)
L.A. Area's Newest Attraction: "Disneyland"
Recently I made a trip to a brand new attraction called "Disneyland". I was skeptical at first. I mean what is a "Disney" anyway? I didn't know, but i was about to find out...Here is my review using extreme naiveté and hyperbole.
Right off the bat I see how extremely efficient this place already is. These yellow painted arrows guided me through a concrete structure and led me right to my space where I could park my vehicle. Genius! I travelled down a set of moving stairs (very high tech and new) and made my way into the "amusement" park where I was promptly handed a map of what appears to be a foreign country by a man in a brand new uniform and hat.
(I would later discover that this was in fact, a map of the park itself)
At this point I can't wait. What is this new, amazing place going to be like?! I peed a little when I first walked in and looked around but it dried up quick because it was so hot outside. Crisis Averted.
Main St. U.S.A was absolutely amazing. They had a place where I could get an instant coffee and a locker where I could put my duffel. They really did think of everything in this section.
After moseying around for a while I became so impressed with the creativity and fresh ideas that flooded this mecca of imagination. For a brand new park, they had such great environment development. Again, like it had been there for years..
On the forefront of all this creativity were the areas named "Tomorrowland", "Frontierland", "Adventureland" and "Fantasyland". Wow! How did they come up with these names?! Each of these sections were exactly like it's name suggested. In Tomorrowland I saw at least three examples of rides that represented futurity, later on and the day after today, while Frontierland was exactly how I pictured the frontier to be like. Except in this version they had a roller coaster called "Thunder Mountain", which to my knowledge didn't exist during the Wild West days. I know they had some rides back then, but none called "Thunder Mountain" I bet they put that ride in "Frontierland" because everyone wants to sit in the "front". I could be wrong though.
Something happened in Adventureland and then off to Fantasyland I went. This area had rides and attractions based upon some of the newest and forward thinking characters I've seen in a long time. A wooden boy named "Pinocchio" whose nose would grow when he told a lie. (wonder where they got that idea from...something growing as you tell lies...hmm) anyway there was also a woman named "Snow White" who had seven dwarfs as friends (Very progressive and accepting) and a flying elephant ride named after "Dumbo" the elephant with giant ears. (You want outside the box? BAM!) I was absolutely taken aback. I remember thinking how they should make some movies based on these characters, like animated features or something. They could probably make at least a little money through licensing but then again what do I know? I took a deep breath and just soaked it all in.
I started to get hungry so I went to this place where they served human required sustenance. I ordered sliced chicken breast cutlet pieces lightly breaded and fried served alongside long-cut fried potatoes with a side of a delightful sauce made from crushed tomatoes, salt and some other stuff. Totally delicious.
Moving on I discovered a town within a town. Trippy, I know. The locals kept referring to it as "Mickey's Toon Town" so I immediately thought of Mickey Rooney (who wouldn't?) and began searching in hopes to see the original "Huckelberry Finn" from 1939's "Adventure of Huck Finn". Well, as it turns out Mickey is a mouse. Now, I'm not sure how this idea got past the drawing board but the last time I checked, people HATE mice. Why would you create a character based on a filthy, disease ridden scoundrel vermin of the Earth? As soon as I discovered this fact I nearly became ill right there on the spot. I overheard some tweens saying "Mickey was close-by hugging kids and taking pictures!" They were definitely scared. Scared or excited, but I heard scared and the thought of a giant mouse walking around and shaking people hands and God knows what else threw me into an immediate panic attack. I began walking away from this horrible area. Slow at first and then progressively faster until I am literally sprinting through all of these different worlds and landscapes in a desperate attempt to get back to Main St. USA and my precious duffel.
After passing through Critter Country and then New Orleans Square I calmed down just enough to pause, get my bearings and purchase a lemonade and a churro. Talk about redemption! The tasteful explosion of fried dough, cinnamon and sugar left me speechless. This was the newest, most advanced use of cinnamon I had seen in a long time. A perfect blend of old world convenience with a modern culinary twist. What a pleasant surprise. This snack completely shifted my mindset and I forgot all about that scumbag, pervert rodent and settled down a bit, just enough to notice a bronze statue of a man standing next to...you guessed it..."Mickey" the mouse.
Knowing that I was not afraid of statues, I walked closer to investigate and try to make some sense of this strange place. I learned that apparently this man "Walt" was a lonely, mad scientist who experimented in his castle basement for years before creating a genetically mutated giant mouse to befriend and have adventures with. (Sounds crazy, but that's what the plaque said) His writings and scientific findings were found long after he died and in his memory the community decided to build this beautiful land of excess under the guise of innocence. Simply breathtaking. I had absolutely no idea that all this time I had literally been walking through the mind of a trailblazing Maverick. My opinion of this place and of this magnificent man changed instantly. What a daring, impressive innovator. An American Hero if I ever did hear of one. I hope this place catches on. It'd be a shame if it didn't...
(a poster describing my accident)
(locals)
(a real-life mutant)
(Walt and his Mickey. Nice nose placement)
Facebook Photos: Cropping Up Everywhere
You’ve started your Facebook account and have scoured your hard drive for those perfect photos that best describe who you REALLY are. There’s only one problem. Somebody else is also in that photo! Now, this might be an ex or someone who you never really talk to anymore or even worse, somebody who looks better than you do! So what are you going to do? How can you possibly not have this photo up for the world to see? The only solution? Crop that person out.
We’ve all seen it. That mystery hand on the shoulder or arm around the waist, yet this person’s body is nowhere to be seen. Where did they go? Unfortunately they are in Photoshop Heaven. Never to be seen or heard from again. For those that care to, I’d like to have a moment of silence for those who sacrificed their image and likeness for someone else’s Facebook photo album.
Here are some...
"Cheeky" didn't quite make the cut
shoulder rub? yes. photo inclusion? no Sir.
your friends rings are awesome
backseat cropper
editors note: none of my friends Facebook photos were harmed in this post.
My Dentist Visit: A Crowning Achievment
It cracked years ago but never hurt. The only real issue was that it made the occasional tongue bite a bit more severe. That and some extra flossing but it was never really a problem. No cavities, no sensitivity to hot and cold. Yet for some reason I decide to have my upper right molar "fixed" the other day. Just for fun i guess...
I
I showed up a little early. Normally I would've gone and gotten something to eat to kill some time but since I had already flossed, used mouthwash and brushed my teeth in hopes to not be completely judged by my Dentist, I sat quietly in the waiting room reading Entertainment Weekly.
II saw a "Murph" here
After a short wait I was called in. I walked into the "operating room" and immediately noticed my x-rays prominently displayed, fillings a blaze...I shuddered and sat down in the chair. After some small talk with the hygienist about the Coca Cola museum in Las Vegas and both of us confessing our love of soda, Dr. Murphy walked in. blah blah blah, yackety schmackety and he's rubbing some topical anesthetic on the back of my gums near my loser, cracked tooth. He says "You may feel a pinch" and I look to make sure he was no where near my gorgeous rear end. He wasn't. He meant the needle. Shot happens, tooth getting numb and Doc takes off for 10 minutes. I text, send some emails and snap some photos of my surroundings.
lighting by Pelton & Crane
mouth bones
After Murph comes back he gets right down to business and hands me some serious old lady, wrap-around sunglasses. "Put these on" he says and I then make a joke about how "for a second I thought this procedure was in 3-D"! We all have a good laugh, move into some Avatar reviews and the next thing I know my lips are being stretched beyond their limits and I instantly regret not applying some Burt's Bees instead of texting..oh well. The suction tube is placed and I know what's coming next. The drill. The noise never bothers me. What does bother me is the bits and pieces of enamel and tooth fragments flying around my mouth. I can feel them hitting my face and pinging off my shades so I make sure to keep a tight seal with my tongue in the back of my throat, preventing any projectiles from becoming second breakfast.
sucky
I continue to answer any questions with nods and very clear grunts and throat words until the very end of the damn thing when I'm asked a direct question and must answer. I feel bone chips go down my throat and I nearly lose it. Fast forward to the shaping of the root stub where my molar once so proudly sat and the temporary crown is nearly finished. We exchange some pleasantries and after quite a long time of no drilling I humbly offer to return their Blue Blocker sunglasses. They accept them and put the finishing touches on my molar cap.
"hello."
I rinse my mouth, spit into the suction drain and immediately think of that scene from "Finding Nemo" when Gill tells Nemo that "All drains lead to the ocean." and flips him into the funnel sucker. "No way could Nemo fit in there" I say to myself as I drool down my shirt, spitting the last of the bone fragments into the devils mouth.
We chit chat for a bit longer then I make my way to the front to double check on my next appointment and after it's confirmed the woman asks if I want to pay the $420 right now or later. I laugh and say "Later!" she says "can you at least pay some of it today?" So I forked over $210 and moved directly into "Molar Buyers Remorse" if that is even such a thing. It'll be two weeks until the real deal is ready. Until then, i will do my best to avoid the Taffy Convention and The Jolly Rancher Expo in an effort to keep this temporary crown, temporarily in place.
Crosswalks: Etiquette and Common Sense
Just because you have the right of way, doesn't mean you should cross right away...
In fact, when I'm in my car attempting to make a right turn and you're waiting impatiently to cross the road, tapping the button again and again, I still have the right of way and you have to wait. In this situation, I not only have to make sure that I carefully merge into oncoming traffic, but now I also have watch out for your over-eager appendages and make absolutely sure that the little white "walk now" man doesn't suddenly appear because you're so anxious to continue on to wherever those hoofs are taking you that you hang your toes so far over the curb corner you might actually feel my side view mirror tickle your rib cage!
Can you take a couple steps back away from the street? I know, I know...."Pedestrian Rights"...but use your head. Just because you can, doesn't mean you should. This has happened so many times it's mind-boggling. As I glance back in my rear view, I almost always see a disgusted look and shaking of the head. Yes, Sir. You bravely proved your point by standing as close as you fucking could to the street and as soon as you were able, you almost walked head first into oncoming traffic. Bravo...but next time step BACK. We'd all appreciate a little "right on red" room...Thanks.
Signed, "The Guy from the other day in the Highlander that you flicked off"
PS - When I'm already standing at the corner (in pedestrian mode now) waiting to cross the street, and someone walks up next to me and hits the crosswalk button again, it's borderline insulting. That means, they think that I'm just standing at the intersection hoping the light turns from green to red and that the walk signal will just magically appear. Trust me, I hit the button already and just so you know....once will suffice.
(a rather stylish crosswalk)
( a habit forming crosswalk)
(insect crossing)
(crossing the Delaware....They're in...Delaware...)
Toilet Paper: A Call To Action
Honestly.
Aren’t we advanced enough as a civilization to finally rid ourselves of these rough, hard, cardboard-like rolls of toilet paper!? Why do we need to cut corners on this one? I certainly enjoy saving a few bucks as much as the next person but what did our poor buttholes do to deserve this horrible act of scratchy, painful abuse? Granted, the area in and around the Exit has never been revered by society and for good reason. Unless approached after a shower it can be a very dangerous place, but we can’t deny it’s utter importance to our ultimate well being any longer. Anus, I wish I could carry around my own soft, fluffy roll everywhere I go so you would never again be subjected to such brutal acts of penny pinching. Am I the only one? We need not be afraid to speak as advocates for our much-deserved Director of Defecations.
The argument against the kinder way of wiping is that it uses more trees to create these heavenly rolls. However, it’s been my experience that the thinner the tissue, the more I need to use anyway. Often wrapping the roll around and around my fingertips in a hopeless attempt to create the illusion of comfort. Not to mention the extra time it takes to get these well glued rolls with whisper thin squares even started. I end up with a pile of shredded paper around my ankles. On the other hand, when used responsibly, the charming, quilted alternatives require only a few squares and can be less wasteful than their “almost poke your finger through” counterparts.
These soft, loving, nurturing rolls of beautiful toilet paper should not be a luxury, they should be a requirement. Unfortunately we always find out what we’re dealing with when it’s too late to act. We’ve rushed in to a stall or a neighbor’s bathroom during a desperate time and then, after some contemplative moments, we discover that instead of the Filet, were having Salisbury Steak. It is time for a change. A call to action. One cushiony, soft roll at a time.
$1 iPhone app review: My Top 5 Games
Here are five $1 apps for your iPhone that in my opinion are “must haves”.
These are games that don’t take long to load, can be played for 30 seconds or 30 minutes and are endlessly entertaining. Well, not endlessly, but pretty close. Click on the photo for a link to downloading pleasure.
Starball – Simple in nature, your iPhone becomes the table surface which you must tilt to and fro in order to move your ball around the table to collect stars while avoiding these little red balls. Each time you collect a star a new red, angry, killer ball is added to the table. These balls travel on a fixed plane so at first you’re all like “This is way easy!”. Then, all of a sudden you’re like “Wait, oh I get it, I have to AVOID those little, pissed off balls to live." I rate this a strong 3.75 stars. (balls)
("Ball's Star")
Rope ‘n Fly 2 – I never played “Rope ‘n Fly 1” so I imagine they are similar because the game I have is the same name just with a "2" in it. So basically this game is like the coolest part of the Atari game “Pitfall” where you would have to swing over those nasty, pixilated crocodile pits combined with Spider-man. You have a rope and you shoot it around the city trying to travel as far as you can. Seems lame now that I type it out, but it actually is a sweet game. I rate this 3.75 stars.
Parachute Panic – The design of this game is very creative as the backdrop of the game is graph paper and the object of the game is to safely land these brave parachute enthusiasts onto the ships below. Some jump out of the plane with their shoot open, some don’t. You have to tap on the ones that don’t and guide them to safety. There are some jerk helicopters that attempt to chop up these heroic stick figures, as well as lightning filled rain clouds and sharks with a voracious appetite should your helpless airborne amigo get too close to the water. I rate this 4.25 stars.
Skee-Ball – An arcade classic complete with realistic sound effects and graphics that are simple but so crisp and colorful. I love this app and it’s perfect for a 2-3 minute game or a half hour zone out session. The iPhone is ideal for this game as you swipe your finger across the multi touch screen to launch your ball and attempt to get in the cups. This is an absolute must have. I rate this 4.5 stars.
Doodle Jump - Probably the best 99 cents you’ll ever spend. Again, simple is better in my opinion when it comes to these quick play games and while each level starts off easy it quickly becomes more challenging as disappearing blocks, holes in the background and disgruntled former doodle aliens attempt to destroy your high score hopes. Buy this app. If you don’t like it, I will gladly not refund your 99 cents because if this doesn’t make you happy, nothing ever will.....ever. I rate this 5 stars.
All of these apps are a necessity. They really are perfect for waiting on hold, waiting for the doctor to call your name, waiting at the post office or waiting for that turd to finally jump into the water. Buy them and thank me later, or don’t. Either way….
Transformers 2, Something Something Movie Review
Spoiler Alert. This movie is not based on actual events as I had initially thought.
I wasn’t sure what made this film more unbelievable, the fact that regular, everyday machines like a coffee maker can turn into intelligent, human shaped machines AND all of a sudden they have guns!? (Where did the guns come from Michael Bay? That section of the percolator apparatus that is so cleverly hidden by Mr. Coffee’s polymer composite exoskeleton?) OR....the fact that Megan Fox’s character would ever be with a guy like Shia LaBeouf. I mean, he’s cute, but not THAT cute…and he's kinda small…maybe if he was really nice and he....never mind... Anyway. I sat down for what I thought would be a gentle tour through our planet’s mysterious history and was left considering the fact that the Deceptacons should have totally won that war! What were they thinking!? Their battle strategy was completely unorganized. The execution of whatever strategy Megatron and Starscream had concocted was premature and completely telegraphed and the unveiling of that secret weapon thingy was so sloppy I think I could have destroyed it with a sling shot and a well place ball-bearing with the sun shining directly in my eyes! I was totally rooting for them and they blew it. They had the last twenty minutes to shoot and kill Sam and Megan Fox and they couldn’t get the job done.
Hopefully they go back to Cybertron and think “Why is this in my life and what’s the lesson from it?” Maybe then they will actually have a snowball’s chance at finally beating those evil, controlling Autobots.
Here are some Transformers.... 80's style.
Cybertron (home sweet home)
Megatron (The Do-Gooder)
Scantron (usually Transformed into a C or C+)
Those pesky Autobots!
and the Evil Genius himself...
A Neti Pot Romance
Where have you been all my life? It is true that although recommended by family and friends many times over, it wasn't until today that I was able to experience your true power and beauty. Simple by design yet ever so effective. You cleanse that which plagues my cranial cavities, leaving behind the gentle memory of your magic elixir. I have scoured my medicine cabinet for one and one half days searching for relief, not knowing that all along the answer was held in your stout, blue vessel. Leaning over the sink I tilted my head, pouring your warm solution into my left nostril. A memory of nearly drowning as my sister prevented me from coming up for air raced to the front of my mind yet quickly passed as I felt you tug at the plug within my mug.
A slug-like blend of radioactive material landed in the sink and I smiled, anxious to move on the next participant. Old Righty. This side wasn't quite as open to the idea of your saline solution, however, you and gravity held firm and slowly, ever so softly, you worked your magic and allowed me to breathe through my skull snorkel once again.
Thank you Neti. You have just been added to the list of items I probably can't live without.
Here are some other types of Neti Pots...
(Aladdin's Lamp)
(The Viking Horn)
(The Woman with Cleavage)
(..and The Small Blue Erection Neti)
B.L.T. an in depth analysis
Turkey, Lettuce and Tomato? No.
Ham, Lettuce and Tomato? Nope.
So why must all bacon sandwiches be
Bacon, Lettuce and Tomato sandwiches?
Bacon, Lettuce and Tomato sandwiches?
Why must there be such an accurate description as to what vegetables will accompany the Bacon? No other sandwich has a name, which explains that Lettuce and Tomato should also be expected…in fact required! It should just be called a Bacon Sandwich and whatever I want on that sandwich should be my choice. Are we as a Bacon-loving nation so deeply engulfed in “Bacon Guilt” that we couldn’t have just a Bacon sandwich on it’s own? What would the neighbors think? How could we possibly live with ourselves!? Must we justify a sandwich made from this delicious, magical meat by needlessly adding mandatory vegetables to the title? This way we feel all warm and fuzzy and at peace with the world and we couldn’t possibly feel bad about the fact that this sandwich is 1,500 calories of fried, crispy, apple smoked, cured goodness with just a hint of healthiness.
The BLT has been great for the progress of Bacon as a food. It has helped bring Bacon out of the shadows of Middle American kitchens and into the clogged hearts of many who were ready to experience this flavorful bounty in broad daylight, in front of others. This sandwich has single-handedly turned a side dish into a main course and for that I am deeply grateful. But I ask you good citizens of Earth to move through your paralyzing “Bacon Guilt” and take it a step further. Make Lettuce and Tomato optional! Bacon deserves this chance to shine and have a starring role as it's very own sandwich. The Bacon Sandwich. Delicious. No longer held back by the jealous, backstabbing Lettuce and money-grubbing Tomato, Bacon will now be able to climb “between the slices” with any veggies and condiments it chooses. The combinations and possibilities are endless! Bacon will gain the acceptance it so rightfully deserves and it’s suitors will no longer
fear the judgmental gaze of those passing by as they delve into their very own swine paradise.
(judgmental bacon face)Do we have to close the bedroom doors and open all the windows when we’re makin’ Bacon because it’s distinct odor lasts for 3 days after you cook it? Sure. Does it quickly turn from “too much” to “not enough” due to frying pan shrinkage? Absolutely. But there are only few things that bacon does not make better (Ice cream and face wash are the only two that come to mind right now) but for the rest, Bacon is a delicious, crispy, golden, expression of creativity and transformation from the mundane to the mund-awesome. We know how amazing even just a little bit of Bacon can make other dishes taste. Why not give it a proper chance that any self-respecting sandwich deserves? What’s the worse that could happen? If it doesn’t work out, Bacon will just go back to being simply breathtaking.
(pre-shrinkage)
(post-shrinkage)
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