Big fat thanks to anyone who sent bacony thoughts my way. If it wasn't for Frank, bacony thinking totally might have worked.
Instead, our "special adventure" went like this:
|FRANK MUST HAVE BEEN CHEATING.|
When backfat got boring, we played a super intense game of Mexican Standoff. I have no idea what staring at Frank has to do with Mexicans, but that's what my human calls it. Whatever you want to call it, Frank sucks at it. I won every time.
|GO AHEAD. BLINK.|
|SO NOT EVEREST.|
|SO NOT SPECIAL.|