friday fiction – smokehouse



T’aint nuthin wrong with smokehouse bacon. Thas the truth. This‘d be a far worse a place witout it.

Sunday beans n cold biskits’d suffer mightily if’n we runned out.

Ah likes me some smokehouse bacon n so does my dawg n that mangy cat too.

Them hogs? Oh lordy, thas rich! Ah don’t magine they’s so keen bout smokehouse bacon.


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