I fried some bacon a little while ago, planning to make a Cobb salad for supper tonight and BLT tomorrow. Stupidly, I left it on the counter to cool. I then went into the living room and sat down to read a magazine.
After about ten or fifteen minutes, I heard a nar-nar-nar noise from the kitchen and immediately knew what happened. I went in and,
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