I’m hopeless, really I am. I do stupid things all the time, most of which I end up thinking are pretty funny. A few years ago I went to work with my shirt on backwards and inside-out. Since I like laughing at myself, I never take these things too seriously.
This morning, after taking a shower, I went into my room and sorted some clothes looking for something to wear. Underneath a couple clothes in the corner there was a plastic bag. And in that plastic bag was….
everyone’s favorite packaged pig, Mr. Bacon. Yes, I’m so not shitting you, there was bacon.. in my room. I actually remember buying that bacon a week or so ago, but it went missing and I figured they just didn’t bag it at Urban Fare (which happens about 50% of the time for me). The reality is that it somehow ended up in a bag in the corner of my room.
Needless to say it went from my room directly into the garbage can. Sad thing is I really wanted bacon after finding it, and now I don’t have any.
The life of a software developer, full of bacon and failure.
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Outstanding! It’s surprising you found it before you smelled it.
Eww! O.o At least you know it was packaged well.
ack! if it wasn’t so gross, it would kinda be awesome.
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I know eh? That’s rad!
…there is never enough bacon. Unless you leave it in the closet.
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