Any AdScamers out there who over indulged yesterday, will no doubt be dragging their sorry arse around for the rest of the day, unless they have the brains to to apply the “It never fails British cure!” That would be a bacon “sarnie.” (Brit-Chat for sandwich, which was a British invention by the Earl of that name.) However, for the cure to work, wimpy American bacon that crumbles to bits once you touch it, is no fucking good and is strictly for wankers who eat at IHOP. No, the bacon needs to be thick and very fatty, so that when you fry it, you can dip your bread in it ‘till it’s soaked, then when you eat it, the grease runs down your chin and all over your shirt. Loverrrlly! To help you out, I have curated, ideated & synergized a high-tech solution to morning bacon cravings. The "Oink-Master." I shall announce my pricing structure shortly. Only good stuff is to be found on AdScam, no fucking tee shirts and coffee mugs here.
The "Oink-Master ll" will have a Boddington's spout!