This may well be my shortest post to date but when you’ve got to blog, you’ve got to blog. To break up the bitter poison of my Idiots Are In Season blogs, here’s a brief moment of unprovoked loveliness to ease your day today, and maybe restore a little faith in humanity. I’ve never met Jen, despite us exchanging Tweets and verbal ripostes on each other’s blog’s. Yet Jen just sent me a little present in the mail. Not one of her pictures of Nathan Fillion of course, or chocolate, or (regrettably) a pack of bacon. No, although bacon plays a part.
As of yesterday, I am the ridiculously proud owner of a pair of bacon pants – a set of boxer shorts adorned all over with sweet succulent bacon – and my wife Emily is strutting round the house in her new Portland State University shirt. Jen – Thank You!! What makes this worth sharing with you all is that there was no reason for this all. I didn’t win a competition, she didn’t lose a bet – she was just out shopping one day, saw the pants and thought they were perfect for me, and bought them and posted them to me. It’s little moments of selfless thought for others like this one that make me smile and remember that not everyone is a total douchecanoe.
So I’m going to give something back to you all – even though you may not want it. I have a competition running HERE until May 24th. If I get twenty new entries in the next 24 hours from posting this, I’ll update this post with a picture of me posing in my bacon pants. Challenge On Bitches – make Jen proud 😉
POST UPDATE: Oh dear God. Despite my reservations, you guys made the required number of posts, and so as a man of my word I appear to owe you pictures of me in my pants. And some of you (cough, cough, Misty cough) seem to be all too interested in this. So here is your only warning – the pictures that follow may contain excessive amounts of beer gut and man-breasts, or as I like to call them, Daddaries. Look away now before the following images are seared into your retinas forever……………………
Never let it be said that I don’t keep my promises – the price of the psychiatric counselling is your problem. Stay Safe Bacon Buddies!!
The Chubby Assassin.