The Great Bacon Experiment: The Final Countdown
Periodic updates throughout the day
As you know, results of the experiment throughout the week have been delayed by one day. The first day was Sunday, and was recounted to you on Monday's update.
Another day of bacon. 23 hours left to go.
1:00 a.m. - Preparing for sleep. No bacon has been consumed yet today. I've only had an hour. Breakfast update to come at approximately 12:00 p.m.
11:20 a.m. - Just woke up. Time for bacon.
2:17 p.m. - Stopped by work to finish up a little something something. Exciting Saturday huh?
1:37 a.m. - OK, so I failed. tonight was the comtpany crhistmas party and i went out and got all drunked up;;kl... t hen i wnet to see the grannies and got all drunjked up... aos, with a half hour left to go, i went and let something other than bacon pass my lips... I AM A FAILURE. HA HA GUESS WHAT MOTHERFUCKERs, I WASN'T EATING BAOCN ANYWAY.. HAH AHAHAH ROCK WOOHOO ROCK AND ROOL!!! (vomit, pass out)
11:56 a.m. - It is as though a thousand monkeys are tap dancing on my head. I apologize for last night, and I promise that stuff about not eating bacon was pure drunken madness. I assure you, I've been eating my bacon. I'll take a blood or urinalysis test to prove it if I have to.
I'm a little bit saddened that, during the final moments, I drank all that bourbon and turned bacon week into a failure. Am I going to take another stab at it? No, no I am not. I've seen a side of myself that no man should see. I've burned all my documents and photographs. Much like when John Lister destroyed his research on the Oregon Vortex, the world is not ready for the information I possess.
Another day of bacon. 23 hours left to go.
1:00 a.m. - Preparing for sleep. No bacon has been consumed yet today. I've only had an hour. Breakfast update to come at approximately 12:00 p.m.
11:20 a.m. - Just woke up. Time for bacon.
2:17 p.m. - Stopped by work to finish up a little something something. Exciting Saturday huh?
1:37 a.m. - OK, so I failed. tonight was the comtpany crhistmas party and i went out and got all drunked up;;kl... t hen i wnet to see the grannies and got all drunjked up... aos, with a half hour left to go, i went and let something other than bacon pass my lips... I AM A FAILURE. HA HA GUESS WHAT MOTHERFUCKERs, I WASN'T EATING BAOCN ANYWAY.. HAH AHAHAH ROCK WOOHOO ROCK AND ROOL!!! (vomit, pass out)
11:56 a.m. - It is as though a thousand monkeys are tap dancing on my head. I apologize for last night, and I promise that stuff about not eating bacon was pure drunken madness. I assure you, I've been eating my bacon. I'll take a blood or urinalysis test to prove it if I have to.
I'm a little bit saddened that, during the final moments, I drank all that bourbon and turned bacon week into a failure. Am I going to take another stab at it? No, no I am not. I've seen a side of myself that no man should see. I've burned all my documents and photographs. Much like when John Lister destroyed his research on the Oregon Vortex, the world is not ready for the information I possess.
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