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Sunday morning in bed wrasslin w/ my dog. I can smell bacon and eggs frying up downstairs. These are the moments that keep me sane.

Sunday morning in bed wrasslin w/ my dog. I can smell bacon and eggs frying up downstairs. These are the moments that keep me sane.

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I like bacon.

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Even jews like bacon. I had a coworker that was jewish. He ate bacon every day. He felt their restrictions on his pleasure were too foolish to observe. He also told me about "the jews" when he was drunk. His inner goy came out.