Today was migraine hangover day. It is an awful way to spend the day as a shadow man, but it beats being totally useless a and in full blown agony. Anyway…
What you own ends up owning you.
Cruel Wife got it for me for Christmas and then forgot it until opening a drawer. And the King will never be owned by Bacon Balm that smells like it was made for dogs. I could smell what it was without opening the container.
So while she was thinking of me, I could not bring myself to use it. Besides, men do not use lip balm.
This reminds me of a joke I tell CW and the kids regularly.
H The old cowhand came riding into town on a hot, dry, dusty day. The local sheriff watched from his chair in front of the saloon as the cowboy wearily dismounted and tied his horse to the rail a few feet in front of the sheriff.
The cowboy then moved slowly to the back of his horse, lifted its tail, and placed a big kiss were the sun don’t shine. He dropped the horse’s tail, and stepped up on the walk and aimed towards the swinging doors of the saloon. “Hold on there, Mister…”
“Did I just see what I think I just saw?”
“Reckon you did, Sheriff…I got me some powerful chapped lips…”
“And that cures them?” the Sheriff asked.”
Nope, but it keeps me from lickin’ em.
This all makes me think of food. Now, some would have you believe that zombies, bacon, steampunk, and platform shoes for men are all out of style.
The Bacon Explosion. Bacon weave, layer of sausage, crumbled bacon inside. Roll it into a log and smoke it for several hours. Me, I say applewood, but hickory would work well. I cannot stop dwelling on this one.