Hey, when CD12 comes out, I'll be rolling in bacon. I'll weave a tweed jacket with slices of ham for elbow patches, and bacon-courdoroy floodpants with breadbowl moccasins, and do the Hippy Hippy Shake all over Flundershine's rusty-ass Geo Metro.

But until then, I gots to conserve. It's only Tuesday, and if I eat it all today, I won't have anything for my bacon and champagne celebratory beer bong when surprise Nader comes out.