There is no such thing as “enough bacon”, and it‘s practically blasphemy to utter both those words in the same phrase without preceding them with other words such as “not”, or “never”.
I can't honestly recall the last time I bought a package of bacon or even eaten it outside the house. I like it, but I have to watch my sodium, so unless someone makes it for lunch or breakfast, I don't have it.
Hey, wait! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, let’s not be hasty here! Those silly deportation papers were just a joke, I didn’t mean it! Look, here they are, shredded to bits, I’m on my way to the incinerator to burn them to a crisp. Come on back, put on the apron again, please!
Places, everyone, places! We’ll take it from Act 5, Scene 12, where Spunky Senior has accepted the ride from Randy D, and he’s just pulled the car into his garage where the passenger door leads directly to the sandwich-making station in the basement. And we’re filming, quiet on the set, lights, camera, action!
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