That made me giggle. Shut up. They're here.
The smell of bacon takes me back, what about you? Back to childhood, sad times but the bacon was always good. Shrapnel you say. Yum.
Things were different then, cloudy, hazey, or maybe that's just me, now, here, tonight. Maybe it's always cloudy, 20/20 is, after all, code for 'perfectly normal' so why should it be clear and crisp to reminisce. Tehehe.
If life was a cartoon I'd be floating on those wonderful scent lines, the wavy kind. All the way to the kitchen. That's where the rum lives, don't you know.
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