BACON!

I just hope it's not possible to get trichinosis through your pores.

That is totally hilarious! How the hell did you find that picture?

never ask Rob his secrets, he will tell you more than you want to know

Okay, this one is just wrong:

You can't be 'sure' its wrong until you try it, but then again how important is it to be 'sure' about everything? 

You can't be 'sure' its wrong until you try it, but then again how important is it to be 'sure' about everything? 

-stephennorth

Are you volunteering?

Oh my goodness.

Oh my goodness.

-zombiezak

Oh my badness!

Okay, this one is just wrong:
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-victorya

Moar bacon, please!

This is the opening paragraph of my bacon anthology flash fiction submission that I like to call "Choice Cuts"

A small bell tinkled overhead as Cal Thompson strode through the door of Choice Cuts, a specialty butcher shop in Chicago’s fashionable Bucktown neighborhood.  His gaze froze on the thin, uptight man standing at the counter ordering.  He’d never seen this man before and his gut was telling him something wasn’t right.  Cal crept forward until he was right behind the stranger.

Here is my bacon horror flash fiction thingy!

Always Bet on Bacon!
 
The pepper encrusted mass of congealed goodness considered its contemporaries and knew discontent. There were the strips of pastrami in their crimson glory, reeking of pickle, snide beyond contempt. The pastrami didn't talk to anyone and that's how bacon knew it would be the first to die.
 
The container of gouda sat next to the pastrami like it was on a throne before the holy one itself. The pastrami was known to tolerate the bag of Swiss cheese which maintained a air of neutrality when hostilities arose. This night the gouda had constructed a potent form of viral warfare known as green fuzz and was assembling it's forces for a midnight reconnoiter. They would deposit a stealth bomb and creep away before the pastrami caught on.
 
The only flaw in the plan was the vigilance of the hot dogs. Fresh from the store and primed for cooking, packaging gleaming every time the door was opened, Hot Dog liked to be everyone's friend. It beckoned to those who plundered the depths of the meat drawer and called to them like treasure.
 
So it was that Bacon planned it's attack.
 
Concerned over the chunks of gouda and their green mass of death that crept past the hot dogs, the packaging crinkled in horror alerting pastrami to it's plight. The red rimmed meat moved with speed, covering the attackers and the gouda bowl in it's plastic bag. The green particles never touched the meat.
 
Meanwhile, bacon had made it's end move. Creeping from a slit on top of the package, two slices slithered between the crack in the meat drawer and the shelf above and attached itself to the back of the cold refrigerator. For the next hour the bacon plumbed the depths of the enclosure, touching anything and everything. They picked up crumbs, chunks of cheese cake, blood from a package of hamburger left to thaw and forgotten a week ago. Hamburger was too bloated to protest.
 
There was milk dry and curled around a pint left in the back, vegetables to consort with including some lilted lettuce and a tomatoes that was long dead, left to rot covered in green. Bacon picked up the spores with glee.
 
So it was that bacon returned to the meat drawer and found it's victim. Swiss Cheese watched in horror as the slices slid into the bag and began to strangle the pastrami. The other piece wrapped itself around the opening of the bag and pulled it inside to settle in the gouda, burrowing deep to deliver it's lethal package.
 
It was a week later when the hot dogs were long gone. Pastrami was sniffed, exclaimed over and tossed in the trash along with smug gouda who had howled for nights until it was choked by pepper and bacteria.
 
Bacon smiled proudly from it's new perch, alone as the only meat in the drawer. It was extracted with glee and served alongside a fresh tomatoes, toast and a somewhat lilted lettuce leaf.

You're fucking crazy Crusis!!!

I love that about you!

Phenomenal!!!!

OMG, that was a masterpeice. 

I had the Taco Bell cheesy potatoe and BACON burrito for lunch....

I can die happy now

OK who is up for a bacon-horror-ology blog style? I say we solict flash fiction and put the best up every week. Or something ... just thinking out loud here