#bacon soap

[catfindr]

[raccoonzinspace]

Glitchtrap: Whyyy was there BACON IN THE SOAP!?!?

Vanny: I MADE IT MYYSELF!

[twitterchansthingys]

I love how an ad for bacon soap shows up every time Im searching for Invader Zim stuff on pintrest

[friendshipismax]

There is this soap in our shower I refuse to use and I think everyone else isn’t using it either and just using the other soaps.

This soap LITERALLY smells like Bacon. Not even exaggerating it smells like point, blank, fried, Bacon. 

Till if you blind folded someone and held it up to them to smell it they’d say it was Bacon. I don’t know where or who got that soap but put it back! 

[wtf-jewel-blog]

but does anyone know where the fuck I can get bacon soap

[destrkk]

i look rly punk today and my camera will not do me justice and i have to stay at home all day so that sucks also im watching that one episode of invader zim where gir puts bacon in the soap

[8legsfilm]

A commercial parody created and shot by me for a talk show filmed in my broadcasting class.

[cucumbersandlimes]

Cooking Stinks.

Cooking stinks. Really, it stinks. I don't mean this in the existential dilemma 'what am I doing with my life? where is this path taking me? my job sucks... why God why?!?' kind of stinks. 

I mean the actual, literal 'yes, that is chicken blood covering my pant leg now' and 'oh delightful! week old fish that everyone forgot about!' The smell of the cold room permeated by 200 pieces of over-browned scallops. 10 pounds of salmon, portioned and seared. Even fresh seafood stinks in large quantities. 

Cooking for a living smells; for years I was somehow oblivious to this smelly fact, despite coming home to comments of 'You smell like pork,' and 'Were you cooking bacon today?' Yes, I did smell like pork, and I have at times cooked bacon, so much bacon, to the point I could feel the bacon grease coming off my body in the shower. Sexy, I know. To all you people crazy enough to buy bacon scented soap, save your money and get a job in a banquet kitchen, it's the same result. 

My olfactory fatigue may be a good explanation why suddenly my home kitchen has been abandoned completely, soon to be filled with rolling tumbleweeds, cobwebs, bats circling the dark corners of this empty cave. I've dreamed of making pozole, empanadas, all sorts of delicious Mexican dishes, but the thought of filling my otherwise scentless kitchen with the smell of anything is down right revolting.

So for now, the kitchen is closed. Until my nose says otherwise.