that there is somewhere out there that the bacon is better than at Borkholder Dutch Village, but if there is, I don’t think I’ll be going there, hell owes me too much.

Last time we went, we succumbed to the siren song of the Bacon at Borkholder, and I very nearly transcended mortality and became a level seven Operating Thetan.

Well, I did just about OD on pork fat. Anyone who wants to, we’ll be showing up for the breakfast around nine local and then going into the gunshow after the initial rush dies down some. If you don’t, I’l eat your bacon, which is the platonic ideal of bacon.

I will be having it delivered to me by a hot broad in a gold bikini.