You’re on a train. You see a homeless man. He gives up his seat to an elderly woman. The elderly woman sits on the seat and gives the homeless man her groceries. It’s a nice heartwarming sight that even kicks the cynicism out of my cold, heartless heart. Or does it?
None of that matters. What matters is me. I think I’ve used all the words I know and now, for the sake of your entertainment, I have to learn some more. We might as well do this together:
At fist I thought there was a secret code in the way the words were displayed but then I saw all the men’s comments here and they all ha to do with bacon and I realized I read way too much into this. Loved this one Bill!
Ah it all comes back to bacon sooner or later – get it? I said “back” and “bacon” in the same sentence and there’s definitely a gag or two in there somewhere!
Bacon is a seasoning, not a meat! (Said the near-vegetarian.)
Whatever reasoning or indeed seasoning that works for you!
You should create a dictionary of phrases Bill, these are great.
With the amount of words I know, it would be more like a pamphlet!
Bacon is indeed an anti-veggie condiment.
I think that’s the truest of all those words.