In this loving ode to bacon, Nick Offerman heats up some bongos and opens up his poetry vein in order to transport all of us to back fat heaven.
Yeah, baby!
Hit me with a soulful soliloquy about greasy meat that sizzles in its own juices while filling up my kitchen with the delicious smell of sex and death.
I am so hungry for 'stache.
Source: Gawker
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