There was a lil guy named Bun. The irony was that Bun thought he was a Bun. You see, his parents were cruel, worthless fatsacks that decided to trick Bun into thinking he was a Bun by naming him Bun. In actuality, he was Bacon.
You can imagine his surprise when his parents threw him into a hot, oily pan on the stove. Slapjacks and cookie racks! That’s a hot bitch!
But how do you differentiate hotness from literal hotness? Bun thought his life had culminated into nothing more than an ill-named slice of pork, sizzling in a million degree pan, splitting apart his fatty lipid bilayers.
To the human eyes, however, Bun was hot – not physically hot. Well I suppose physically hot, but more along the lines of hot love. Who doesn’t lick their lips when they smell the aroma of Bun on a pan? That, my friends, is hot bacon love.
Can we get some hot bacon love up in here?
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This is just what I have been looking for! I've just started a campaign called 'Bun for Fun!' imploring the people of America and all other free nations of the world to turn on the HOT BACON LOVE!
The immeasurable joy and unbridled, minxish, energy I and my sister and my sister's live in boyfriend have experienced cries out to be shared with the whole wide world.
Thank you Bun for showing us the meaning of fun. Join us next week in Kanab, Utah for the fun 'Bun for Fun' fun run!
Three confederate dollars gets you registered, four gets you a free mug too!
www.bunforfun.com/funbunforfunfunrun
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