Here he is, just last year. Wearing my glasses. But really, we have the same glasses, Mr Bacon.
I love Bacon. I love Bacon all dark and broody, I love Bacon when it's stabbed through the chest while making it with a lady, I love Bacon in a Diner, I love Bacon when it takes on Meryl Streep; I even love Bacon when it becomes invisible and gets all date rapey.
