They’re PORK buns!
Floot, the troublemaker that he is, may have forgotten to tell Bacon that those are pork buns. For shame, Floot. For shame.
Bacon
Bacon loves to get his belly scratched.
While I certainly love rice…
I’d much rather find these in a take-out box.
Aim high, Bacon. Aim high!
Alas, poor Bacon.
—a @plunderlings interpretation of Ham-Let (get it?)
(Staged by Quill)
Mind if we squat for a bit…
… in your eye sockets… and nasal cavity?
I challenge you, Bacon!
1000 FOLLOWERS! And the gang’s mostly all here to celebrate!!
Thank you to all my followers over the last year and a half! Obviously cannot do it without you!!
Big Gulp, indeed! There’s nothing left, Bacon!
Green Family Portrait.
Is it possible to look both adorable and completely unhinged at the same time? Yes, Bacon, you are right to worry.