Two Mexicans are stuck in the desert after crossing into the United States , wandering aimlessly and starving. They are about to just lie down and wait for death, when all of a sudden Luis says......... "Hey Pepe, do you smell what I smell. Ees bacon, I theenk." "Si, Luis, eet sure smells like bacon. " With renewed hope they struggle up the next sand dune, & there, in the distance, is a tree loaded with bacon. There's raw bacon, there's fried bacon, back bacon, double smoked bacon ... every imaginable kind of cured pork. "Pepe, Pepe, we ees saved. Ees a bacon tree." "Luis, maybe ees a meerage? We ees in the desert don't forget." "Pepe, since when deed you ever hear of a meerage that smell like bacon...ees no meerage, ees a bacon tree." And with that, Luis staggers towards the tree. He gets to within 5 metres, Pepe crawling close behind, when suddenly a machine gun opens up, and Luis drops like a wet sock. Mortally wounded, he warns Pepe with his dying breath, "Pepe... go back man, you was right, ees not a bacon tree!" "Luis, Luis mi amigo... what ees it? " "Pepe.. ees not a bacon tree. Ees Ees Ees Ees Ees a ham bush...."
OOoooHHHhhhh........ Maybe this is"part" of the reason my guts blew a gasket, Before rice cakes became a staple in my diet, bacon was on the menue. I grew up with none of the 2-3 slices with breakfast crap, Mom all ways cooked the whole pack and I caried on the tradition. Every now and then we would go some where nice for a breakfast buffet....don't knock it till you try it, that is if your arteries can handle it,,,,Roast beef, bacon, and gravy with potatos and veggies of course, followed by a after noon being a couch creature
