T’aint nuthin wrong with smokehouse bacon. Thas the truth. This‘d be a far worse a place witout it.
Sunday beans n cold biskits’d suffer mightily if’n we runned out.
Ah likes me some smokehouse bacon n so does my dawg n that mangy cat too.
Them hogs? Oh lordy, thas rich! Ah don’t magine they’s so keen bout smokehouse bacon.