If this sounds like a strange question refer to my previous post.
I'm almost beside myself worrying over this. What if there really isn't such a thing as the smell of bacon?
I'd be okay if there wasn't such a thing as the smell of burnt hair, or even the smell of most Calvin Klein perfumes. I mean, who doesn't hate those commercials?
But bacon? You take away the smell of bacon and I begin to doubt the reality of love or kindness, the feeling of peace you get when you write a check to the IRS, the magical sound of geese in a bowling alley.
If the smell of bacon doesn't exist, then nothing good exists.
I hate science.
I wonder if there is such a thing as the smell of bacon . . . eh.