We've all had those nights. You're borderline blacked out, your asshole friend thinks it's a brilliant idea to order another shot of tequila before last call, next thing you know you wake up and your name is Bacon Double Cheeseburger. On second thought I wouldn't even regret this. I mean it's better than your name being Saint West or Blue Ivy. The best part about this story was his fiancée was ripshit. "No girl ever dreams of spending her big day marrying a man called Bacon." I think some Footloose fans would disagree with that Mrs. Cheeseburger. But seriously, imagine marrying a Cheeseburger? Hey at least he can name is kids Veggie and Bacon Jr.
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